#AmericanWriters
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
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 Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,