#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
