#AmericanWriters
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
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
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
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…
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age