#AmericanWriters
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
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
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—