#AmericanWriters
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—