#AmericanWriters
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by