#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
