#AmericanWriters
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?