#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal