#AmericanWriters
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket