I never told the buried gold Upon the hill- that lies I saw the sun – his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize….
Tag: Short Poem
My wheel is in the dark! by Emily Dickinson
My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round. My foot is on the…
Through lane it lay – through bramble -by Emily Dickinson
Through lane it lay – through bramble – Through clearing and through wood – Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road. The wolf came…
There is a Word by Emily Dickinson
There is a Word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man – It hurls its barbed syllables And is mute again – But…
Frequently the woods are pink- by Emily Dickinson
Frequently the woods are pink- Frequently are brownFrequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see – And as…
On this wondrous sea by Emily Dickinson
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 peaceful…
There is another sky, by Emily Dickinson
There is another sky, Even serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind…
A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest by Emily Dickinson
A wounded deer leaps highest, I’ve heard the hunter tell; ‘T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes,The…
A Little Road Not Made Of Man by Emily Dickinson
A little road not made of man,Enabled of the eye,Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,‘T is…