#AmericanWriters
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
