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 fast; Thither I pilot thee, — Land, ho! Eternity! Ashore at last!
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…
Emancipation. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw, Nor rend with scymitar. Two bodies therefore…
Each That We Lose Takes Part Of Us; By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.
Dying. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside…
Dying. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The sun kept setting, setting still; No hue of afternoon Upon the village I perceived, — From house to house ‘t was noon. The dusk kept dropping, dropping…