#AmericanWriters
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host