#AmericanWriters
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
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,
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…