#AmericanWriters
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—