#AmericanWriters
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—