#AmericanWriters
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
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…
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…