#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
