#AmericanWriters
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -