#AmericanWriters
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
