#AmericanWriters
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
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.
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
