#AmericanWriters
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!