#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
