#AmericanWriters
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
329 So glad we are’—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were’— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear’—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,