Musicians wrestle everywhere: All day, among the crowded air, I hear the silver strife; And — waking long before the dawn — Such transport breaks upon the town I think…
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Me! Come! My Dazzled Face By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet Our bashful feet. My…
May-Flower. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss, Known by the knoll, Next to the robin In every human soul. Bold little beauty, Bedecked…
March. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
We like March, his shoes are purple, He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his coming, And…
Loyalty. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Split the lark and you’ll find the music, Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled, Scantily dealt to the summer morning, Saved for your ear when lutes be old….
Love. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Love is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
Love’s Humility. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
My worthiness is all my doubt, His merit all my fear, Contrasting which, my qualities Do lowlier appear; Lest I should insufficient prove For his beloved need, The chiefest apprehension Within…
Love’s Baptism. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I’m ceded, I’ve stopped being theirs; The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now, And they can put it with…
Lost. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You’ll know it by the row of stars Around its forehead bound. A rich man might not notice…
Lost Faith. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
To lose one’s faith surpasses The loss of an estate, Because estates can be Replenished, — faith cannot. Inherited with life, Belief but once can be; Annihilate a single clause, And…