#AmericanWriters
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—