#AmericanWriters
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
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
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…