#AmericanWriters
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
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?
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,