#AmericanWriters
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.