#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—