#AmericanWriters
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate