#AmericanWriters
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—