#AmericanWriters
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—