#AmericanWriters
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—