#AmericanWriters
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,