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)
Su questo mare meraviglioso Navigando in silenzio, Ohé! Pilota, ohé! Conosci tu la riva Dove non urlano i marosi - Dove la tempesta è oltre? Nel tranquillo ponente Molte le vele a riposo - Le ancore salde - Laggiù ti conduco - Terra Ohé! Eternità! A riva finalmente.
A Tongue - to tell Him I am true! It's fee - to be of Gold - Had Nature - in Her monstrous House A single Ragged Child - To earn a Mine - would run That Interdicted Way, And tell Him - Charge thee speak it plain - That so far - Truth is True?
And answer What I do - Beginning with the Day That Night - begun - Nay - Midnight - 'twas - Since Midnight - happened - say -
If once more - Pardon - Boy - The Magnitude thou may Enlarge my Message - If too vast Another Lad - help thee -
Thy Pay - in Diamonds - be - And His - in solid Gold - Say Rubies - if He hesitate - My Message - must be told -
Say - last I said - was This - That when the Hills - come down - And hold no higher than the Plain - My Bond - have just begun -
And when the Heavens - disband - And Deity conclude - Then - look for me. Be sure you say - Least Figure - on the Road.
A House upon the Hight - That Wagon never reached - No Dead, were ever carried down - No Peddler's Cart - approached - Whose Chimney never smoked - Whose Windows - Night and Morn - Caught Sunrise first - and Sunset - last - Then - held an Empty Pane -
Whose fate - Conjecture knew - No other neighbor - did - And what it was - we never lisped - Because He - never told.
I had not minded - Walls - Were Universe - one Rock - And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block - I'd tunnel - till my Groove Pushed sudden thro' to his - Then my face take her Recompense - The looking in his Eyes -
But 'tis a single Hair - A filament - a law - A Cobweb - wove in Adamant - A Battlement - of Straw -
A limit like the Vail Unto the Lady's face - But every Mesh - a Citadel - And Dragons - in the Crease.
When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems - a Tale - I Brooch and Earrings for Myself, Do sow, and Raise for sale - And tho' I'm scarce accounted, My Art, a Summer Day - had Patrons - Once - it was a Queen - And once - a Butterfly.
There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain - 'Tis Pain's Successor - When the Soul Has suffered all it can - A Drowsiness - diffuses - A Dimness like a Fog Envelops Consciousness - As Mists - obliterate a Crag.
The Surgeon - does not blanch - at pain His Habit - is severe - But tell him that it ceased to feel - The Creature lying there -
And he will tell you - skill is late - A Mightier than He - Has ministered before Him - There's no Vitality.
Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior - As soon - Adversity A Diamond - overtake In far - Bolivian Ground - Misfortune hath no implement Could mar it - if it found -.
'Twas Love - not me - Oh punish - pray - The Real one died for Thee - Just Him - not me - Such Guilt - to love Thee - most! Doom it beyond the Rest - Forgive it - last - 'Twas base as Jesus - most!
Let Justice not mistake - We Two - looked so alike - Which was the Guilty Sake - 'Twas Love's - Now Strike!
Did Our Best Moment last - 'Twould supersede the Heaven - A few - and they by Risk - procure - So this Sort - are not given - Except as stimulants - in Cases of Despair - Or Stupor - The Reserve - These Heavenly Moments are -
A Grant of the Divine - That Certain as it Comes - Withdraws - and leaves the dazzled Soul In her unfurnished Rooms.