#AmericanWriters
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -