#AmericanWriters
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
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…
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
544 The Martyr Poets’—did not tell’— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate’—encourage Some…