#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
“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.
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
