#AmericanWriters
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…