#AmericanWriters
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
