#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
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…
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
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—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live