#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
