#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
