#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—
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,
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue