#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
