#AmericanWriters
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -