#AmericanWriters
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight's—due—at Noon.