#AmericanWriters
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,