#AmericanWriters
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,