#AmericanWriters
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…