#AmericanWriters
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…