#AmericanWriters
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!