#AmericanWriters
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.