#AmericanWriters
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly