#AmericanWriters
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine