#AmericanWriters
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!