#AmericanWriters
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.