#AmericanWriters
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
