#AmericanWriters
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—