#AmericanWriters
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—