#AmericanWriters
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy