#AmericanWriters
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
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
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…