#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
