#AmericanWriters
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.