#AmericanWriters
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
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,
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—