#AmericanWriters
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.