#AmericanWriters
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!