#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
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—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
