#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
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
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,
