#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
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—
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
