#AmericanWriters
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
