#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,
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
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”?
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
