#AmericanWriters
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—