#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
