#AmericanWriters
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—