#AmericanWriters
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.