#AmericanWriters
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—