#AmericanWriters
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
487 You love the Lord’—you cannot see… You write Him’—every day’— A little note’—when you awake’— And further in the Day.
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple