#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -