#AmericanWriters
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
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…
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—