#AmericanWriters
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—