#AmericanWriters
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity