#AmericanWriters
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
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…
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –