#AmericanWriters
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—