#AmericanWriters
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—