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 the crowd, Enabled by his royal dress, Myself distinguished God.
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…
It’s All I Have To Bring To-Day, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
It’S All I Have To Bring To-Day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count,…
It Was Too Late For Man, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
It was too late for man, But early yet for God; Creation impotent to help, But prayer remained our side. How excellent the heaven, When earth cannot be had; How…
It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon….
It Can’t Be Summer, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
It can’t be summer, — that got through; It ‘s early yet for spring; There ‘s that long town of white to cross Before the blackbirds sing. It…