#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
