#AmericanWriters
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—