#AmericanWriters
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.