#AmericanWriters
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair