#AmericanWriters
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?