#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
