#AmericanWriters
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—