#AmericanWriters
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
