#AmericanWriters
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face