#AmericanWriters
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
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—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—