#AmericanWriters
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—