#AmericanWriters
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me, When, night descending, dumb and d…
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
667 Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’— Blameless of a Name’— Efflorescence of a Sunset’— Reproduced’—the same’—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand