#AmericanWriters
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—
