#AmericanWriters
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
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,
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—