#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
