#AmericanWriters
You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed