#AmericanWriters
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
487 You love the Lord’—you cannot see… You write Him’—every day’— A little note’—when you awake’— And further in the Day.
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—