#AmericanWriters
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.