#AmericanWriters
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
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
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—