#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
