#AmericanWriters
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
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…
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came