#AmericanWriters
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—