#AmericanWriters
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end