#AmericanWriters
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
