#AmericanWriters
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—