#AmericanWriters
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
