#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
