#AmericanWriters
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
