#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
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—
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
