#AmericanWriters
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—