#AmericanWriters
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
