#AmericanWriters
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
