#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
