#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!