#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
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—
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—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
