#AmericanWriters
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
