They won’t frown always, — some sweet day When I forget to tease, They’ll recollect how cold I looked, And how I just said ‘please.’ Then they will hasten to the door To call the little child, Who cannot thank them, for the ice That on her lisping piled.
They Say That ‘Time Assuages, By Emily Dickinson
They say that ‘time assuages,’ — Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble, But not a remedy. If…
There’s Been A Death In The Opposite House By Emily Dickinson
There’s been a death in the opposite house As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and…
There Is A Shame Of Nobleness By Emily Dickinson
There is a shame of nobleness Confronting sudden pelf, — A finer shame of ecstasy Convicted of itself. A best disgrace a brave man feels, Acknowledged of the brave,…
Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not, By Emily Dickinson
Their height in heaven comforts not, Their glory nought to me; ‘T was best imperfect, as it was; I ‘m finite, I can’t see. The house of supposition, The…
The Woodpecker. By Emily Dickinson
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree, — A worm his utmost goal.
The Wind’s Visit. By Emily Dickinson
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, “Come in,” I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest, To offer whom a…
The Wind. By Emily Dickinson
It’s like the light, — A fashionless delight It’s like the bee, — A dateless melody. It’s like the woods, Private like breeze, Phraseless, yet it stirs The proudest trees. It’s…
The Wind. By Emily Dickinson
Of all the sounds despatched abroad, There’s not a charge to me Like that old measure in the boughs, That phraseless melody The wind does, working like a…
The Wife. By Emily Dickinson
She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife. If aught she missed in her new…