#AmericanWriters
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
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
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—