#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
