#AmericanWriters
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—