#AmericanWriters
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—