#AmericanWriters
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.