#AmericanWriters
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…