#AmericanWriters
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds