#AmericanWriters
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise