#AmericanWriters
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—