#AmericanWriters
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,