#AmericanWriters
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –