#AmericanWriters
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.