#AmericanWriters
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe