#AmericanWriters
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”