#AmericanWriters
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold