#AmericanWriters
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
