#AmericanWriters
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…