#AmericanWriters
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!