You say that father write a lot of books, but what he writes I don'tunderstand.He was reading to you all…
A Murmur in the Trees—to note—Not loud enough—for Wind—A Star—not far enough to seek—Nor near enough—to find—A long—long Yellow—on the…
A Mien to move a Queen—Half Child—Half Heroine—An Orleans in the EyeThat puts its manner byFor humbler CompanyWhen none are…
A loss of something ever felt I—The first that I could recollectBereft I was—of what I knew notToo young that…
A little Road—not made of Man—Enabled of the Eye—Accessible to Thill of Bee—Or Cart of Butterfly—If Town it have—beyond itself—'Tis…
A little bread—a crust—a crumb—A little trust—a demijohn—Can keep the soul alive—Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—Conscious—as old Napoleon,The night before…
A Lady red—amid the HillHer annual secret keeps!A Lady white, within the FieldIn placid Lily sleeps!The tidy Breezes, with their…
A happy lip—breaks sudden—It doesn't state you howIt contemplated—smiling—Just consummated—now—But this one, wears its merrimentSo patient—like a pain—Fresh gilded—to elude…
A first Mute Coming—In the Stranger's House—A first fair Going—When the Bells rejoice—A first Exchange—ofWhat hath mingled—been—For Lot—exhibited toFaith—alone—