#AmericanWriters
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.