#AmericanWriters
It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
