Poetessa, nato venerdì 10 dicembre 1830 a Amherst, Massachusetts (USA - Stati Uniti d'America), morto sabato 15 maggio 1886 a Amherst, Massachusetts (USA - Stati Uniti d'America)
They wont frown always - some sweet Day When I forget to teaze - They'll recollect how cold I looked And how I just said "Please". Then They will hasten to the Door To call the little Girl Who cannot thank Them for the Ice That filled the lisping full.
Ribbons of the Year - Multitude Brocade - Worn to Nature's Party once Then, as flung aside As a faded Bead Or a Wrinkled Pearl - Who shall charge the Vanity Of the Maker's Girl?
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teazed Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger eased By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet Till he meet a Man Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues And partakes - his Tongue
Cooled by the Morsel for a moment Grows a fiercer thing Till he esteem his Dates and Cocoa A Nutrition mean
I, of a finer Famine Deem my Supper dry For but a Berry of Domingo And a Torrid Eye.
The Sun and Moon must make their haste - The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned - His Eye, it is the East and West - The North and South when He Do concentrate His Countenance Like Glow Worms, flee away -
Oh Poor and Far - Oh Hindered Eye That hunted for the Day - The Lord a Candle entertains Entirely for Thee.
Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for the "Golden Fleece" Fourth, no Discovery - Fifth, no Crew - Finally, no Golden Fleece - Jason, sham, too.
Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me - Because the Flowers unafraid May lift a look on thine, a Maid Alway a Flower would be -
Nor Robins, Robins need not hide When Thou upon their Crypts intrude So Wings bestow on Me Or Petals, or a Dower of Buzz That Bee to ride - or Flower of Furze I that way worship Thee.
Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place - Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace - Retreating up, a Billow's hight Retreating blinded down Our undermining feet to meet Instructs to the Divine.
He outstripped Time with but a Bout, He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne - And He and He in mighty List Unto this present, run, The larger Glory for the less A just sufficient Ring.