#AmericanWriters
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,