#AmericanWriters
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.