#AmericanWriters
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
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.”
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom