#AmericanWriters
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
