#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
