#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
