#AmericanWriters
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—