#AmericanWriters
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.