#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
