‘T is so much joy! ‘T is so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have…
Author: Samantha Evans
Rouge Et Noir. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Soul, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all. Angels’ breathless ballot Lingers to record thee; Imps in eager…
Returning. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my…
Retrospect. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
‘T was just this time last year I died. I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms, — It had the tassels on….
Reticence. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan; Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her, Can human…
Resurrection. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
‘T was a long parting, but the time For interview had come; Before the judgment-seat of God, The last and second time These fleshless lovers met, A heaven in…
Resurgam. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
At last to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side, The rest of life to see! Past midnight, past the morning star! Past sunrise! Ah! what leagues…
Requiem. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Taken from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away. One little maid from playmates, One little mind from school,…
Renunciation. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
There came a day at summer’s full Entirely for me; I thought that such were for the saints, Where revelations be. The sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers,…
Remorse. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir, — A presence of departed acts At window and at door. It’s past set down before the soul, And lighted with a…