#AmericanWriters
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…