#AmericanWriters
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—