#AmericanWriters
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—