#AmericanWriters
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture