#AmericanWriters
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—