#AmericanWriters
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…