#AmericanWriters
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
