#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
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!
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
“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—
