#AmericanWriters
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation