#AmericanWriters
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…
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,