#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.