#AmericanWriters
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—