#AmericanWriters
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -