#AmericanWriters
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.