#AmericanWriters
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
