#AmericanWriters
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
