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Emily Dickinson

Far from Love the Heavenly Father

Far from Love the Heavenly Father Leads the Chosen Child, Oftener through Realm of Briar Than the Meadow mild. Oftener by the Claw of Dragon Than the Hand of Friend Guides the Little One predestined To the Native Land.

Emily Dickinson

The Child's faith is new --

The Child's faith is new -- Whole -- like His Principle -- Wide -- like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes -- Never had a Doubt -- Laughs -- at a Scruple -- Believes all sham But Paradise -- Credits the World -- Deems His Dominion Broadest of Sovereignties -- And Caesar -- mean -- In the Comparison -- Baseless Emperor -- Ruler of Nought -- Yet swaying all --

Emily Dickinson

From all the Jails the Boys and Girls

From all the Jails the Boys and Girls Ecstatically leap -- Beloved only Afternoon That Prison doesn't keep They storm the Earth and stun the Air, A Mob of solid Bliss -- Alas -- that Frowns should lie in wait For such a Foe as this --

Emily Dickinson

'Tis One by One -- the Father counts --

'Tis One by One -- the Father counts -- And then a Tract between Set Cypherless -- to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten -- Until the peevish Student Acquire the Quick of Skill -- Then Numerals are dowered back -- Adorning all the Rule -- 'Tis mostly Slate and Pencil -- And Darkness on the School Distracts the Children's fingers -- Still the Eternal Rule Regards least Cypherer alike With Leader of the Band -- And every separate Urchin's Sum -- Is fashioned for his hand --

Emily Dickinson

God permits industrious Angels

God permits industrious Angels -- Afternoons -- to play -- I met one -- forgot my Schoolmates -- All -- for Him -- straightway -- God calls home -- the Angels -- promptly -- At the Setting Sun -- I missed mine -- how dreary -- Marbles -- After playing Crown!

Emily Dickinson

I noticed People disappeared

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child -- Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild -- But did because they died A Fact withheld the little child --

Emily Dickinson

Away from Home are some and I --

Away from Home are some and I -- An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly -- The Habit of a Foreign Sky We -- difficult -- acquire As Children, who remain in Face The more their Feet retire.

Emily Dickinson

They shut me up in Prose --

They shut me up in Prose -- As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet -- Because they liked me "still" -- Still! Could themself have peeped -- And seen my Brain -- go round -- They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason -- in the Pound -- Himself has but to will And easy as a Star Abolish his Captivity -- And laugh -- No more have I --

Emily Dickinson

As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"

As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" And then reluctant turn -- My flowers raise their pretty lips -- Then put their nightgowns on. As children caper when they wake Merry that it is Morn -- My flowers from a hundred cribs Will peep, and prance again.

Emily Dickinson

Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril

Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril Tree and Traveller stood -- Filled was the Air with merry venture Hearty with Boys the Road -- Shot the lithe Sleds like shod vibrations Emphasized and gone It is the Past's supreme italic Makes this Present mean --

Emily Dickinson

Teach Him -- When He makes the names

Teach Him -- When He makes the names -- Such an one -- to say -- On his babbling -- Berry -- lips -- As should sound -- to me -- Were my Ear -- as near his nest -- As my thought -- today -- As should sound -- "Forbid us not" -- Some like "Emily."

Emily Dickinson

How happy I was if I could forget

How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom Keeps making November difficult Till I who was almost bold Lose my way like a little Child And perish of the cold.

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