#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
