#AmericanWriters
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet