#AmericanWriters
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…