#AmericanWriters
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
“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—
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation