#AmericanWriters
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June