#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
