#AmericanWriters
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!