#AmericanWriters
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand