#AmericanWriters
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
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