#AmericanWriters
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—