#AmericanWriters
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
227 Teach Him – When He makes the na… Such an one – to say – On his babbling – Berry – lips – As should sound – to me –
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—