#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
