#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
