#AmericanWriters
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
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—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—