#AmericanWriters
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—