#AmericanWriters
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…