#AmericanWriters
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—