#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
