#AmericanWriters
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—