I had a daily bliss I half indifferent viewed, Till sudden I perceived it stir, — It grew as I pursued, Till when, around a crag, It wasted from…
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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…
Look Back On Time With Kindly Eyes, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Look back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature’s west!
Longing. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills That gaze upon his journey; How easy all can…
Like Mighty Footlights Burned The Red By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Like mighty footlights burned the red At bases of the trees, — The far theatricals of day Exhibiting to these. ‘T was universe that did applaud While, chiefest of…
Life, And Death, And Giants By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Life, and Death, and Giants Such as these, are still. Minor apparatus, hopper of the mill, Beetle at the candle, Or a fife’s small fame, Maintain by accident That they proclaim.
Life’s Trades. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
It’s such a little thing to weep, So short a thing to sigh; And yet by trades the size of these We men and women die!
Let Down The Bars, O Death! By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Let down the bars, O Death! The tired flocks come in Whose bleating ceases to repeat, Whose wandering is done. Thine is the stillest night, Thine the securest fold; Too…
Lay This Laurel On The One By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Lay this laurel on the one Too intrinsic for renown. Laurel! veil your deathless tree, — Him you chasten, that is he!
Joy In Death. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
If tolling bell I ask the cause. ‘A soul has gone to God,’ I’m answered in a lonesome tone; Is heaven then so sad? That bells should joyful…