#AmericanWriters
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.