#AmericanWriters
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.