Belshazzar had a letter, — He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation’s wall.
Author: Samantha Evans
“As Children Bid The Guest Good-Night,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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…
“Angels In The Early Morning” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Angels in the early morning May be seen the dews among, Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: Do the buds to them belong? Angels when the sun is hottest May be…
“Alter? When The Hills Do” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Alter? When the hills do. Falter? When the sun Question if his glory Be the perfect one. Surfeit? When the daffodil Doth of the dew: Even as herself, O friend! I…
I never told the buried gold by Emily Dickinson
I never told the buried gold Upon the hill- that lies I saw the sun – his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize….
My wheel is in the dark! by Emily Dickinson
My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round. My foot is on the…
Through lane it lay – through bramble -by Emily Dickinson
Through lane it lay – through bramble – Through clearing and through wood – Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road. The wolf came…
There is a Word by Emily Dickinson
There is a Word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man – It hurls its barbed syllables And is mute again – But…
The feet of people walking home by Emily Dickinson
The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go – The Crocus – till she rises The Vassal of the snow The lips at…
Frequently the woods are pink- by Emily Dickinson
Frequently the woods are pink- Frequently are brownFrequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see – And as…