#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear