#AmericanWriters
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
