#AmericanWriters
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
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
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
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…
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills