#AmericanWriters
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,