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Emily Dickinson

The stem of a departed Flower

The stem of a departed Flower Has still a silent rank. The Bearer from an Emerald Court Of a Despatch of Pink.

Emily Dickinson

When Memory is full

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid -- This Morning's finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said --

Emily Dickinson

Of Life to own --

Of Life to own -- From Life to draw -- But never tough the reservoir --

Emily Dickinson

So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate -- Would a Smile's minute bestowing Too exorbitant To the Lady With the Guinea Look -- if She should know Crumb of Mine A Robin's Larder Would suffice to stow --

Emily Dickinson

The Fact that Earth is Heaven --

The Fact that Earth is Heaven -- Whether Heaven is Heaven or not If not an Affidavit Of that specific Spot Not only must confirm us That it is not for us But that it would affront us To dwell in such a place --

Emily Dickinson

So much of Heaven has gone from Earth

So much of Heaven has gone from Earth That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole Must prove there is a Sky Location doubtless he would plead But what excuse have I? Too much of Proof affronts Belief The Turtle will not try Unless you leave him -- then return And he has hauled away.

Emily Dickinson

I many times thought Peace had come

I many times thought Peace had come When Peace was far away -- As Wrecked Men -- deem they sight the Land -- At Centre of the Sea -- And struggle slacker -- but to prove As hopelessly as I -- How many the fictitious Shores -- Before the Harbor be --

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A Woman's Shortcomings

She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, and a heart well tried - Oh, each a worthy lover! They "give her time"; for her soul must slip Where the world has set the grooving; She will lie to none with her fair red lip: But love seeks truer loving. She trembles her fan in a sweetness dumb, As her thoughts were beyond recalling; With a glance for one, and a glance for some, From her eyelids rising and falling; Speaks common words with a blushful air, Hears bold words, unreproving; But her silence says - what she never will swear - And love seeks better loving.

Emily Dickinson

The One who could repeat the Summer day

The One who could repeat the Summer day -- Were greater than itself -- though He Minutest of Mankind should be -- And He -- could reproduce the Sun -- At period of going down -- The Lingering -- and the Stain -- I mean -- When Orient have been outgrown And Occident -- become Unknown -- His Name -- remain --

Eugene Field

Soldier, Maiden, and Flower

"Sweetheart, take this," a soldier said, "And bid me brave good-by; It may befall we ne'er shall wed, But love can never die. Be steadfast in thy troth to me, And then, whate'er my lot, 'My soul to God, my heart to thee,'-- Sweetheart, forget me not!" The maiden took the tiny flower And nursed it with her tears: Lo! he who left her in that hour Came not in after years. Unto a hero's death he rode 'Mid shower of fire and shot; But in the maiden's heart abode The flower, forget-me-not.

Emily Dickinson

We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act --

We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act -- And later -- when we die -- A little Water supplicate -- Of fingers going by -- It intimates the finer want -- Whose adequate supply Is that Great Water in the West -- Termed Immortality --

Emily Dickinson

One Year ago -- jots what?

One Year ago -- jots what? God -- spell the word! I -- can't -- Was't Grace? Not that -- Was't Glory? That -- will do -- Spell slower -- Glory -- Such Anniversary shall be --

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