#AmericanWriters
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
