#AmericanWriters
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
“I want”'—it pleaded’—All its lif… I want’—was chief it said When Skill entreated it’—the last… And when so newly dead’— I could not deem it late’—to hear
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
390 It’s coming’—the postponeless Cre… It gains the Block’—and now’—it g… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters’—with a "You know Me’—Sir…
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
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,
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—