#AmericanWriters
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age