#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!