1222
The Riddle we can guess
We speedily despise –
Not anything is stale so long
As what was once surprise –
1198
A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care –
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Navigator, Bee
And an entire universe
For the delighted crew.
1732
My life closed twice before its close –
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me
So huge, so helpless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
1389
Touch lightly Nature’s Violin
Unless thou know’st the Tune
Or every Bird will point at thee
Because a Bard too soon –
966
All forgot for recollecting
Just a paltry One –
All forsook, for just a Stranger’s
New Accompanying –
Grace of Wealth, and Grace of Station
Less accounted than
An unknown Esteem possessing –
Estimate – Who can –
Home effaced – Her faces winnowed –
Nature – altered small –
Sun – if shone – or Storm – if shattered –
Overlooked I all –
Dropped – my fate – a timid Pebble –
In thy bolder Sea –
Prove – me – Sweet – if I regret it –
Prove Myself – of Thee –
435
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness —
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail —
Assent — and you are sane —
Dissent — you're straightway dangerous —
And handled with a Chain —
1725
I took one Draught of Life –
I’ll tell you what I paid –
Precisely an existence –
The market price, they said.
They weighed me, Ounce by Ounce –
They balanced Film with Film,
Then handed me my Being’s worth –
A single Dram of Heaven!
1601
Of God we ask one grace,
That we may be forgiven –
For what, he is presumed to know –
The Crime, from us, is hidden –
Immured the whole of Life
Within a magic Prison
We reprimand the Happiness
That too competes with Heaven.
1186
Too few the mornings be,
Too few the nights.
No lodging can be had
For the delights
That come to earth to stay,
But no apartment find
And ride away.
318
I’ll tell you how the Sun rose –
A Glimmer at a time –
The Steeples swam in Amethyst –
The news, like Squirrels, ran –
The Hills untied their Bonnets –
The Bobolinks – begun –
Then I said softly to myself –
“That must have been the Sun”!
But how he set – I know not –
There seemed a purple stile
That little Yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while –
Till when they reached the other side,
A Dominie in Gray –
Put gently up the evening Bars –
And led the flock away –
1176
We never know how good we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies –
The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King –
33
If recollecting were forgetting
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot.
And if to miss, were merry,
And to mourn, were gay,
How very blithe the maiden
That gathered this, Today!
1726
If all the woes I am to have
Would only come today,
I am so happy I believe
They’d laugh and run away.
If all the joys I am to have
Would only come today,
They could not be so big as this
That happens to me now.
1398
I have no Life but this –
To lead it here –
Nor any Death – except
Dispelled from there –
Nor tie to Earths to come –
Nor Action new –
Except through this extent –
The Realm of you –
1640
Take all away from me, but leave me Bliss,
And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men –
Ill it becometh me to dwell so wealthily
When at my very Door are those possessing more,
In abject poverty –
Emily Dickinson
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