#AmericanWriters
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,