#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
