#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
