#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
