#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
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 flung it…
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
