#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!