#AmericanWriters
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
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,
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself