#AmericanWriters
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise