#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
