#AmericanWriters
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
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
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—