#AmericanWriters
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—