#AmericanWriters
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
