#AmericanWriters
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…