#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
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—
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
