#AmericanWriters
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday