Is bliss, then, such abyss I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot Than save my boot, For yet to buy another pair Is possible At any fair. But bliss is sold just once; The patent lost None buy it any more.
Invisible. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
From us she wandered now a year, Her tarrying unknown; If wilderness prevent her feet, Or that ethereal zone No eye hath seen and lived, We ignorant must be. We…
Indian Summer. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
These are the days when birds come back, A very few, a bird or two, To take a backward look. These are the days when skies put…
In Vain. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf The sexton keeps the key to, Putting up Our life, his porcelain, Like a…
In The Garden. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a…
In Shadow. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I ‘m accustomed to him grown, — He hurts a little, though. I thought if I…
In Lands I Never Saw, They Say, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down, Whose bonnets touch the firmament, Whose sandals touch the town, — Meek at whose everlasting feet A myriad…
In A Library. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A precious, mouldering pleasure ‘t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming…
Immortality. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place, Though pyramids decay, And kingdoms, like the…
Immortal Is An Ample Word By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Immortal is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, ‘T is a necessity. Of heaven above the firmest…