#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
