#AmericanWriters
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
