#AmericanWriters
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—