#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
