#AmericanWriters
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
487 You love the Lord’—you cannot see… You write Him’—every day’— A little note’—when you awake’— And further in the Day.
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—