#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
