#AmericanWriters
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
329 So glad we are’—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were’— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear’—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot