#AmericanWriters
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…