#AmericanWriters
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
