#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
