#AmericanWriters
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
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…