My Triumph lasted till the Drums. Amount of stanzas: 5. Do People moulder equally, - Knows how to forget! The Soul that hath a Guest, - I watched the Moon around the House. Can evil go further? She sights a Bird – she chuckles –.
"Lethe" in my flower, - To venerate the simple days. I shall know why – when Time is over –. She was a dressy urban beauty bent on maintaining standards in what appeared to her a negligible "village" full of retired clergymen and elderly academics. I hide myself within my flower. The Sun – just touched the Morning. Emily, who had chosen mostly science courses, makes her allegiance clear: "Faith" is a fine invention. The Unbound Sheets & Leaves. She rose as high as His Occasion. She lay as if at play analysis chart. Autumn – overlooked my Knitting –. From Blank to Blank –. Love – thou art high –. In the case of men secrecy was less strict, and fame in a few – Caesar, Muhammad, Dostoevsky – overrode the stigma, but a woman had to bury herself in a lifelong silence. Something in her life has so far remained sealed. This World is not conclusion.
An awful Tempest mashed the air –. I had rather wear her grace. We should not mind so small a flower. Her "sleep" looked so light, but went so deep. Rearrange a "Wife's" Affection! Trudging to Eden, looking backward, - Far from Love the Heavenly Father. Somewhere upon the general Earth. There is no Silence in the Earth – so silent. The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea –.
What I can do – I will –. The Rose did caper on her cheek –. Whether my bark went down at sea –. Sang from the Heart, Sire, - Fate slew Him, but He did not drop –. I meant to find Her when I Came –. She lay as if at play analysis summary. As if for lull of sport—. These farewell lines to recommend to thee, That when that knot's untied that made us one, I may seem thine, who in effect am none. There, the lovers would occupy the library or the dining-room (with its black horsehair sofa) for two to three hours.