#AmericanWriters
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!