#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
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—
