#AmericanWriters
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—