#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
