#AmericanWriters
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead