#AmericanWriters
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
