#AmericanWriters
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore