#AmericanWriters
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot