#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
