#AmericanWriters
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom