#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow