#AmericanWriters
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships