#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
