#AmericanWriters
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,