#AmericanWriters
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.