#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
