#AmericanWriters
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
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…
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…