#AmericanWriters
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—