#AmericanWriters
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
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
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.