#AmericanWriters
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
