#AmericanWriters
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…