#AmericanWriters
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—