#AmericanWriters
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came