#AmericanWriters
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—