#AmericanWriters
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,