#AmericanWriters
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
