#AmericanWriters
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly