#AmericanWriters
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore