#AmericanWriters
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,