#AmericanWriters
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards