#AmericanWriters
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight's—due—at Noon.