#AmericanWriters
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
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,
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
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…
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?