#AmericanWriters
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.