#AmericanWriters
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
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…
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise