#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
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
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
