#AmericanWriters
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
