#AmericanWriters
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
