#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
