#AmericanWriters
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—