#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
