#AmericanWriters
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—
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—