#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
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—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
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,
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
