#AmericanWriters
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
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,
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,