#AmericanWriters
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.