#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
