#AmericanWriters
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—