#AmericanWriters
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
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—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—