#AmericanWriters
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
