#AmericanWriters
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.