The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor…
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Except To Heaven, She Is Nought; By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown; Except for winds, provincial; Except by butterflies, Unnoticed as a single…
Except The Heaven Had Come So Near, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Except the heaven had come so near, So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so; I had not hoped before. But just to…
Evening. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew, The twilight stood as…
Eternity. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
On this wondrous sea, Sailing silently, Ho! pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar, Where the storm is o’er? In the silent west Many sails at rest, Their anchors…
Essential Oils Are Wrung: By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Essential oils are wrung: The attar from the rose Is not expressed by suns alone, It is the gift of screws. The general rose decays; But this, in lady’s…
Escape. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I never hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad By soldiers battered down, But I tug childish…
Epitaph. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Step lightly on this narrow spot! The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is…
Enough. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starve, — My poignant luxury To own it, touch…
Ending. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
That is solemn we have ended, — Be it but a play, Or a glee among the garrets, Or a holiday, Or a leaving home; or later, Parting with…