#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 -
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
