#AmericanWriters
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
