#AmericanWriters
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
