#AmericanWriters
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -