#AmericanWriters
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
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—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow