#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,