#AmericanWriters
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,