#AmericanWriters
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—