#AmericanWriters
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
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—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
