#AmericanWriters
193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…
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
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—