#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
