#AmericanWriters
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave