#AmericanWriters
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…