#AmericanWriters
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?