#AmericanWriters
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…