#AmericanWriters
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.