#AmericanWriters
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
