#AmericanWriters
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit