#AmericanWriters
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…