#AmericanWriters
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—