#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
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
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—