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Emily Dickinson

Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower

Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower And casually glance Would scarcely cause one to suspect The minor Circumstance Assisting in the Bright Affair So intricately done Then offered as a Butterfly To the Meridian -- To pack the Bud -- oppose the Worm -- Obtain its right of Dew -- Adjust the Heat -- elude the Wind -- Escape the prowling Bee Great Nature not to disappoint Awaiting Her that Day -- To be a Flower, is profound Responsibility --

Emily Dickinson

The Sun is gay or stark

The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier -- If eager for the Dead Or an expended Day He helped to make too bright His mighty pleasure suits Us not It magnifies our Freight

Emily Dickinson

To mend each tattered Faith

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate -- 'Tis threaded in the Air -- And though it do not wear As if it never Tore 'Tis very comfortable indeed And spacious as before --

Emily Dickinson

Robbed by Death -- but that was easy --

Robbed by Death -- but that was easy -- To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing -- Robbed by Liberty For Her Jugular Defences -- This, too, I endured -- Hint of Glory -- it afforded -- For the Brave Beloved -- Fraud of Distance -- Fraud of Danger, Fraud of Death -- to bear -- It is Bounty -- to Suspense's Vague Calamity -- Stalking our entire Possession On a Hair's result -- Then -- seesawing -- coolly -- on it -- Trying if it split --

Emily Dickinson

Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru --

Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru -- Empty the Hearts that purchased you -- -- Sister of Ophir -- Ah, Peru -- Subtle the Sum That purchase you -- -- Brother of Ophir Bright Adieu, Honor, the shortest route To you.

Emily Dickinson

A little Dog that wags his tail

A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day Without an earthly cause Because he is a little Boy I honestly suppose -- The Cat that in the Corner dwells Her martial Day forgot The Mouse but a Tradition now Of her desireless Lot Another class remind me Who neither please nor play But not to make a "bit of noise" Beseech each little Boy --

Emily Dickinson

Spring is the Period

Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide, But during March and April None stir abroad Without a cordial interview With God.

Emily Dickinson

Nature and God -- I neither knew

Nature and God -- I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity. Yet Neither told -- that I could learn -- My Secret as secure As Herschel's private interest Or Mercury's affair --

Emily Dickinson

Go not too near a House of Rose --

Go not too near a House of Rose -- The depredation of a Breeze -- Or inundation of a Dew Alarms its walls away -- Nor try to tie the Butterfly, Nor climb the Bars of Ecstasy, In insecurity to lie Is Joy's insuring quality.

Emily Dickinson

The last of Summer is Delight --

The last of Summer is Delight -- Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review -- Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it -- nameless as it is -- Without celestial Mail -- Audacious as without a Knock To walk within the Veil.

Emily Dickinson

The Service without Hope --

The Service without Hope -- Is tenderest, I think -- Because 'tis unsustained By stint -- Rewarded Work -- Has impetus of Gain -- And impetus of Goal -- There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until --

Emily Dickinson

These are the Signs to Nature's Inns --

These are the Signs to Nature's Inns -- Her invitation broad To Whosoever famishing To taste her mystic Bread -- These are the rites of Nature's House -- The Hospitality That opens with an equal width To Beggar and to Bee For Sureties of her staunch Estate Her undecaying Cheer The Purple in the East is set And in the North, the Star --

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