#AmericanWriters
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.