#AmericanWriters
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—