#AmericanWriters
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
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…
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—