#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
