by Margaret Fuller
… Read the restSummer days of busy leisure, Long summer days of dear-bought pleasure, You have done your teaching well; Had the scholar means to tell How grew the vine of bitter-sweet, What made the path for truant feet, Winter
Category: Margaret Fuller
To a Friend
by Margaret Fuller
Some dried grass-tufts from the wide flowery plain, A muscle shell from the lone fairy shore, Some antlers from tall woods which never more To the wild deer a safe retreat can yield, An eagle's feather which… Read the rest
Woman in the Nineteenth Century
Lines Written in March, 1836
by Margaret Fuller
"I will not leave you comfortless." O, Friend divine! this promise dear Falls sweetly on the weary ear! Often, in hours of sickening pain, It soothes me to thy rest again. Might I a true disciple be,… Read the rest