#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
’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
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
