#AmericanWriters
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!