#AmericanWriters
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—