Through the straight pass of suffering The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God. A stately, shriven company; Convulsion playing round, Harmless as streaks of meteor Upon a planet’s bound. Their faith the everlasting troth; Their expectation fair; The needle to the north degree Wades so, through polar air.
The Lovers. By Emily Dickinson
The rose did caper on her cheek, Her bodice rose and fell, Her pretty speech, like drunken men, Did stagger pitiful. Her fingers fumbled at her work, — Her…
The Lost Thought. By Emily Dickinson
I felt a clearing in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The…
The Lost Jewel. By Emily Dickinson
I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: “‘T will keep.” I woke and chid…
The Lonely House. By Emily Dickinson
I know some lonely houses off the road A robber ‘d like the look of, — Wooden barred, And windows hanging low, Inviting to A portico, Where two could creep: One hand…
The Letter. By Emily Dickinson
“GOING to him! Happy letter! Tell him — Tell him the page I did n’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and…
The Last Night That She Lived, By Emily Dickinson
The last night that she lived, It was a common night, Except the dying; this to us Made nature different. We noticed smallest things, — Things overlooked before, By this…
The Juggler Of Day. By Emily Dickinson
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple, Leaping like leopards to the sky, Then at the feet of the old horizon Laying her spotted face, to die; Stooping…
The Journey. By Emily Dickinson
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe, Our feet reluctant led. Before were…
The Inevitable. By Emily Dickinson
While I was fearing it, it came, But came with less of fear, Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it dear. There is a fitting a…