#AmericanWriters
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—