#AmericanWriters
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
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—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.