#AmericanWriters
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
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—
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.