#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
