#AmericanWriters
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—