#AmericanWriters
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
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—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
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
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
