#AmericanWriters
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face