#AmericanWriters
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -