#AmericanWriters
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—