#AmericanWriters
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
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
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—