#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
