#AmericanWriters
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!