#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
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—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
