#AmericanWriters
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
