#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
