#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
