#AmericanWriters
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…