#AmericanWriters
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
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
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—