#AmericanWriters
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—