#AmericanWriters
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…