#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
