#AmericanWriters
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
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’—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see