#AmericanWriters
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!