#AmericanWriters
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,