#AmericanWriters
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—