#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—