#AmericanWriters
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
