#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
