#AmericanWriters
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?