#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.