#AmericanWriters
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman