Janet Holmes
1862.39 (411)
Mine — the Election!
Mine
Mine
Mine
Mine
Mine — A steal!
1862.40 (412-413)
She at
Arms,
As if for sport —
Her Eyes
sparkling
Devising a
force
so deep
it
Could not be proved
our idea
1862.41 (413-417)
To Him
'tis
solemn!
the Press
Imagery
Parades —
Flags, a brave sight —
triumphant —
He went
Lit with
A Power
just adequate
— an Ampler Zero —
Citizen
Who
Ignores the News
The ends
of
lives
put away —
By
His
power
1862.46 (426-429)
I gave Myself to
The solemn
Vision
in the
subtle lie —
Some
predicted
them
do us
wrong
We
witness
A Moment
fit our Vision to the Dark
And meet the
larger — Darkness
The Bravest
hit
Directly
know 'tis
Glory —
Glory
and
Might
Assert themselves —
1862.47 (430-431)
The Lady
peers beyond her mesh —
contented —
Think of it Lover!
face to face
we'll say
How Midnight felt
How all the Clocks stopped the World
'Twas so cold
We look back
At those Old Times
to look at
Paradise