#AmericanWriters
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
