#AmericanWriters
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
