#AmericanWriters
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
487 You love the Lord’—you cannot see… You write Him’—every day’— A little note’—when you awake’— And further in the Day.
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
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—
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!