#AmericanWriters
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—