#AmericanWriters
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…