#AmericanWriters
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
