#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
