#AmericanWriters
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
Me prove it now —Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it —now — Make haste —the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity — The River reaches to my feet —
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
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 —
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave