#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
