#AmericanWriters
487 You love the Lord’—you cannot see… You write Him’—every day’— A little note’—when you awake’— And further in the Day.
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity