#AmericanWriters
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—