#AmericanWriters
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…