#AmericanWriters
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —