#AmericanWriters
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live