#AmericanWriters
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.