#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…