#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
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,
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
