#AmericanWriters
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”