#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—