#AmericanWriters
961 Wert Thou but ill’—that I might s… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure’—
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
807 Expectation’—is Contentment’— Gain’—Satiety’— But Satiety’—Conviction Of Necessity
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain, And stir all day to pretty tunes
THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. Heavenly hurt it gives us;
232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through. And when they all were seated,
742 Four Trees’—upon a solitary Acre’… Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action’— Maintain’—
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
