#AmericanWriters
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
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,
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…