A curious Cloud surprised the Sky, in
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A curious Cloud surprised the Sky,
'Twas like a sheet with Horns;
The sheet was Blue --
The Antlers Gray --
It almost touched the lawns.
So low it leaned -- then statelier drew --
And trailed like robes away,
A Queen adown a satin aisle
Had not the majesty.
By
Emily Dickinson
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A Bee his burnished Carriage A Bird came down the Walk A Burdock -- clawed my Gown A Cap of Lead across the sky A Charm invests a face A chilly Peace infests the Grass A Clock stopped A Cloud withdrew from the Sky A Coffin -- is a small Domain, A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person -- A curious Cloud surprised the Sky, A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! A Death blow is a Life blow to Some A Deed knocks first at Thought A Dew sufficed itself -- A Diamond on the Hand A Dimple in the Tomb A Door just opened on a street -- A doubt if it be Us A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink -- A face devoid of love or grace, A faded Boy -- in sallow Clothes A feather from the Whippoorwill A Field of Stubble, lying sere A first Mute Coming -- A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a F A full fed Rose on meals of Tint A fuzzy fellow, without feet, A great Hope fell A happy lip -- breaks sudden A House upon the Height A Lady red -- amid the Hill A lane of Yellow led the eye A Letter is a joy of Earth -- A Light exists in Spring A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb A little Dog that wags his tail A little East of Jordan, A little Madness in the Spring A little overflowing word A little Road -- not made of Man -- A little Snow was here and there A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep -- A loss of something ever felt I -- A Man may make a Remark -- A Mien to move a Queen A Mine there is no Man would own A Moth the hue of this A Murmur in the Trees -- to note A narrow Fellow in the Grass A nearness to Tremendousness -- A Night -- there lay the Days between A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring A Pit -- but Heaven over it -- A Planted Life -- diversified A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart A Prison gets to be a friend -- A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay -- A Rat surrendered here A Route of Evanescence A Saucer holds a Cup A science -- so the Savants say, A Secret told A sepal, petal, and a thorn A Shade upon the mind there passes A shady friend -- for Torrid days A Sickness of this World it most occasions A single Clover Plank A single Screw of Flesh A slash of Blue A Sloop of Amber slips away A soft Sea washed around the House A solemn thing -- it was -- I said A Solemn thing within the Soul A South Wind -- has a pathos A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig A Spider sewed at Night A stagnant pleasure like a Pool A still -- Volcano -- Life -- A Thought went up my mind today -- A throe upon the features A Toad, can die of Light -- A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true! A Tooth upon Our Peace A train went through a burial gate, A transport one cannot contain A Visitor in Marl A Weight with Needles on the pounds A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds A Wind that rose A winged spark doth soar about -- A Word dropped careless on a Page A word is dead A Word made Flesh is seldom A World made penniless by that departure A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest Abraham to kill him -- Absence disembodies -- so does Death Absent Place -- an April Day -- Adrift! A little boat adrift! Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? After a hundred years After all Birds have been investigated and laid as After great pain, a formal feeling comes After the Sun comes out Again -- his voice is at the door -- Ah, Moon -- and Star! Ah, Necromancy Sweet! Ah, Teneriffe! Air has no Residence, no Neighbor, All but Death, can be Adjusted -- All Circumstances are the Frame All forgot for recollecting All I may, if small, All men for Honor hardest work All overgrown by cunning moss, All that I do All the letters I can write All these my banners be. All things swept sole away Alone and in a Circumstance Alone, I cannot be Alter! When the Hills do -- Although I put away his life Always Mine! Ambition cannot find him. Ample make this Bed -- An altered look about the hills An antiquated Grace An Antiquated Tree An honest Tear An Hour is a Sea An ignorance a Sunset And this of all my Hopes Angels, in the early morning Answer July Apology for Her Apparently with no surprise Are Friends Delight or Pain? Arrows enamored of his Heart -- Art thou the thing I wanted? Artists wrestled here! As by the dead we love to sit, As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" As Everywhere of Silver As far from pity, as complaint As from the earth the light Balloon As Frost is best conceived As if I asked a common Alms As if some little Arctic flower As if the Sea should part As imperceptibly as Grief As old as Woe -- As One does Sickness over As plan for Noon and plan for Night As Sleigh Bells seem in summer As subtle as tomorrow As Summer into Autumn slips As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As Watchers hang upon the East, As we pass Houses musing slow Ashes denote that Fire was -- At Half past Three, a single Bird At last, to be identified! At least -- to pray -- is left -- is left -- At leisure is the Soul Aurora is the effort Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting -- Awake ye muses nine Away from Home are some and I -- Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee Baffled for just a day or two Banish Air from Air -- Be Mine the Doom -- Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is -- Beauty crowds me till I die Because He loves Her Because I could not stop for Death -- Because my Brook is fluent Because that you are going Because the Bee may blameless hum Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles -- Before He comes we weigh the Time! Before I got my eye put out Before the ice is in the pools Before you thought of Spring Behind Me -- dips Eternity -- Behold this little Bane -- Belshazzar had a Letter -- Bereaved of all, I went abroad -- Bereavement in their death to feel Besides the Autumn poets sing Besides this May Best Things dwell out of Sight Best Witchcraft is Geometry Betrothed to Righteousness might be Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- Between My Country -- and the Others -- Between the form of Life and Life Bind me -- I still can sing -- Birthday of but a single pang Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple Bless God, he went as soldiers, Bliss is the plaything of the child -- Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated -- Blossoms will run away, Bound -- a trouble Bring me the sunset in a cup, Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru -- But little Carmine hath her face -- By a departing light By a flower -- By a letter By Chivalries as tiny, By homely gift and hindered Words By my Window have I for Scenery By such and such an offering Candor -- my tepid friend -- Circumference thou Bride of Awe Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard! Climbing to reach the costly Hearts Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Color -- Caste -- Denomination -- Come show thy Durham Breast Come slowly -- Eden! Conferring with myself Confirming All who analyze Conjecturing a Climate Conscious am I in my Chamber, Contained in this short Life Cosmopolities without a plea Could -- I do more -- for Thee Could Hope inspect her Basis Could I -- then -- shut the door Could I but ride indefinite Could live -- did live Could mortal lip divine Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell Count not that far that can be had, Crisis is a Hair Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Dear March -- Come in -- Death is a Dialogue between Death is like the insect Death is potential to that Man Death is the supple Suitor Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Death sets a Thing significant Death warrants are supposed to be Declaiming Waters none may dread -- Defrauded I a Butterfly -- Delayed till she had ceased to know Delight -- becomes pictorial -- Delight is as the flight Denial -- is the only fact Departed -- to the Judgment -- Deprived of other Banquet, Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass -- Did Our Best Moment last Did the Harebell loose her girdle Did We abolish Frost Did we disobey Him? Distance -- is not the Realm of Fox Distrustful of the Gentian Do People moulder equally, Dominion lasts until obtained -- Doom is the House without the Door Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Drab Habitation of Whom? Dreams are the subtle Dower Dropped into the Ether Acre -- Drowning is not so pitiful Dust is the only Secret Dying at my music! Dying! To be afraid of thee Dying! Dying in the night! Each Life Converges to some Centre -- Each Second is the last Each that we lose takes part of us; Eden is that old-fashioned House Elizabeth told Essex Elysium is as far as to Embarrassment of one another Empty my Heart, of Thee -- Endanger it, and the Demand Ended, ere it begun -- Endow the Living -- with the Tears -- Escape is such a thankful Word Escaping backward to perceive Essential Oils -- are wrung -- Estranged from Beauty -- none can be -- Except the Heaven had come so near Except the smaller size Except to Heaven, she is nought. Exhilaration -- is within Exhilaration is the Breeze Expanse cannot be lost -- Expectation -- is Contentment -- Experience is the Angled Road Experiment escorts us last -- Experiment to me Extol thee -- could I? Then I will Exultation is the going Facts by our side are never sudden Fairer through Fading -- as the Day Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge Falsehood of Thee could I suppose Fame is a bee. Fame is a fickle food Fame is the one that does not stay -- Fame is the tine that Scholars leave Fame of Myself, to justify, Far from Love the Heavenly Father Fate slew Him, but He did not drop -- Few, yet enough, Finding is the first Act Finite -- to fail, but infinite to Venture -- Fitter to see Him, I may be Flowers -- Well -- if anybody Follow wise Orion For Death -- or rather For each ecstatic instant For every Bird a Nest For this -- accepted Breath Forbidden Fruit a flavor has Forever -- it composed of Nows -- Forever at His side to walk Forever honored by the Tree Forget! The lady with the Amulet Fortitude incarnate Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre -- Frequently the wood are pink Frigid and sweet Her parting Face -- From all the Jails the Boys and Girls From Blank to Blank -- From Cocoon forth a Butterfly From his slim Palace in the Dust From Us She wandered now a Year, Funny -- to be a Century Further in Summer than the Birds Garland for Queens, may be Gathered into the Earth, Give little Anguish Given in Marriage unto Thee Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril Glee -- The great storm is over -- Glory is that bright tragic thing Glowing is her Bonnet, Go not too near a House of Rose -- Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself Go thy great way! God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- God is a distant -- stately Lover God is indeed a jealous God -- God made a little Gentian God made no act without a cause, God permits industrious Angels Going to Heaven! Going to Him! Happy letter! Good Morning -- Midnight Good Night! Which put the Candle out? Good night, because we must, Gratitude -- is not the mention Great Caesar! Condescend Great Streets of silence led away Grief is a Mouse -- Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature -- Guest am I to have Had I known that the first was the last Had I not seen the Sun Had I not This, or This, I said, Had I presumed to hope -- Had this one Day not been. Had we known the Ton she bore Had we our senses Have any like Myself Have you got a Brook in your little heart, He ate and drank the precious Words -- He forgot -- and I -- remembered He found my Being -- set it up -- He fumbles at your Soul He gave away his Life -- He is alive, this morning -- He lived the Life of Ambush He outstripped Time with but a Bout, He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narr He put the Belt around my life He scanned it -- staggered -- He strained my faith He told a homely tale He touched me, so I live to know He was my host -- he was my guest, He was weak, and I was strong -- then He went by sleep that drowsy route He who in Himself believes -- Heart! We will forget him! Heart, not so heavy as mine Heaven is so far of the Mind Her -- "last Poems" Her breast is fit for pearls, Her face was in a bed of hair, Her final Summer was it -- Her Grace is all she has -- Her little Parasol to lift Her Losses make our Gains ashamed -- Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- Her sovereign People Her spirit rose to such a height Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night Here, where the Daisies fit my Head Herein a Blossom lies -- High from the earth I heard a bird, His Bill an Auger is His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook -- His Cheek is his Biographer -- His Feet are shod with Gauze -- His Heart was darker than the starless night His little Hearse like Figure His Mansion in the Pool His Mind like Fabrics of the East His mind of man, a secret makes His oriental heresies His voice decrepit was with Joy -- Hope is a strange invention -- Hope is a subtle Glutton -- How brittle are the Piers How dare the robins sing, How destitute is he How far is it to Heaven? How firm Eternity must look How fits his Umber Coat How fleet -- how indiscreet an one -- How fortunate the Grave -- How good his Lava Bed, How happy I was if I could forget How happy is the little Stone How Human Nature dotes How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -- How many Flowers fail in Wood How many schemes may die How many times these low feet staggered How much of Source escapes with thee -- How much the present moment means How News must feel when travelling How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, How ruthless are the gentle -- How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine How slow the Wind -- How soft a Caterpillar steps -- How soft this Prison is How still the Bells in Steeples stand How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Waters closed above Him How well I knew Her not I am afraid to own a Body -- I am alive -- I guess I am ashamed -- I hide I asked no other thing -- I bet with every Wind that blew I breathed enough to take the Trick I bring an unaccustomed wine I Came to buy a smile -- today I can wade Grief I cannot be ashamed I cannot dance upon my Toes I cannot live with You -- I cannot meet the Spring unmoved -- I cannot want it more -- I cautious, scanned my little life I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to -- I could die -- to know -- I could not drink it, Sweet, I could not prove the Years had feet -- I could suffice for Him, I knew -- I cried at Pity -- not at Pain -- I cross till I am weary I did not reach Thee I died for Beauty -- but was scarce I dreaded that first Robin, so, I dwell in Possibility -- I envy Seas, whereon He rides I fear a Man of frugal Speech -- I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -- I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, I felt my life with both my hands I fit for them -- I found the words to every thought I gained it so I gave myself to Him -- I got so I could take his name I groped for him before I knew I had a daily Bliss I had a guinea golden I had been hungry, all the Years -- I had no Cause to be awake -- I had no time to Hate I had not minded -- Walls I had some things that I called mine I had the Glory -- that will do I have a Bird in spring I have a King, who does not speak I have never seen "Volcanoes" I have no Life but this -- I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died I heard, as if I had no Ear I held a Jewel in my fingers I hide myself within my flower, I keep my pledge. I knew that I had gained I know a place where Summer strives I know lives, I could miss I know of people in the Grave I know some lonely Houses off the Road I know Suspense -- it steps so terse I know that He exists. I know where Wells grow -- Droughtless Wells I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- I like a look of Agony, I like to see it lap the Miles -- I live with Him -- I see His face I lived on Dread -- I lost a World -- the other day! I made slow Riches but my Gain I make His Crescent fill or lack -- I many times thought Peace had come I meant to find Her when I came -- I meant to have but modest needs I measure every Grief I meet I met a King this afternoon! I never felt at Home -- Below I never hear that one is dead I never hear the word "escape" I never lost as much but twice I never saw a Moor -- I never told the buried gold I noticed People disappeared I often passed the village I pay -- in Satin Cash I play at Riches -- to appease I prayed, at first, a little Girl, I read my sentence -- steadily I reason, Earth is short I reckon -- when I count it all -- I robbed the Woods I rose -- because He sank -- I saw no Way -- The Heavens were stitched I saw that the Flake was on it I saw the wind within her I see thee better -- in the Dark -- I see thee clearer for the Grave I send Two Sunsets I send you a decrepit flower I shall keep singing! I shall know why -- when Time is over I shall not murmur if at last I should have been too glad, I see I should not dare to be so sad I should not dare to leave my friend, I showed her Heights she never saw I sing to use the Waiting I sometimes drop it, for a Quick -- I started Early -- Took my Dog -- I stepped from Plank to Plank I stole them from a Bee I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News I suppose the time will come I taste a liquor never brewed I tend my flowers for thee I think I was enchanted I think just how my shape will rise I think that the Root of the Wind is Water -- I think the Hemlock likes to stand I think the longest Hour of all I think to Live -- may be a Bliss I thought that nature was enough I thought the Train would never come -- I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl I took my Power in my Hand -- I took one Draught of Life -- I tried to think a lonelier Thing I was a Phoebe -- nothing more -- I was the slightest in the House I watched the Moon around the House I watcher her face to see which way I went to Heaven I went to thank Her I worked for chaff and earning Wheat I would distil a cup I would not paint -- a picture -- I Years had been from Home Ideals are the Fairly Oil If all the griefs I am to have If any sink, assure that this, now standing If Blame be my side -- forfeit Me -- If ever the lid gets off my head If He dissolve -- then If He were living -- dare I ask -- If I can stop one Heart from breaking If I could bribe them by a Rose If I could tell how glad I was If I should cease to bring a Rose If I should die, If it had no pencil If my Bark sink If Nature smiles -- the Mother must If pain for peace prepares If recollecting were forgetting, If she had been the Mistletoe If the foolish, call them "flowers" If this is "fading" If those I loved were lost If What we could -- were what we would If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought If you were coming in the Fall, If your Nerve, deny you Image of Light, Adieu -- Immortal is an ample word Immured in Heaven! Impossibility, like Wine In Ebon Box, when years have flown In falling Timbers buried -- In lands I never saw -- they say In many and reportless places In rags mysterious as these In snow thou comest -- In this short Life In thy long Paradise of Light In Winter in my Room Inconceivably solemn! Is Bliss then, such Abyss, Is Heaven a Physician? Is Immortality a bane Is it dead -- Find it Is it too late to touch you, Dear? Is it true, dear Sue? It always felt to me -- a wrong It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon -- It came at last but prompter Death It came his turn to beg -- It ceased to hurt me, though so slow It did not surprise me It dropped so low -- in my Regard -- It feels a shame to be Alive It is a lonesome Glee -- It is an honorable Thought It is easy to work when the soul is at play It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation -- It knew no Medicine -- It makes no difference abroad -- It might be lonelier It rises -- passes -- on our South It sifts from Leaden Sieves It sounded as if the Streets were running It stole along so stealthy It struck me -- every Day It tossed -- and tossed -- It troubled me as once I was -- It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone It was a quiet seeming Day -- It was a quiet way -- It was given to me by the Gods It was not Death, for I stood up, It was not Saint -- it was too large -- It was too late for Man -- It will be Summer -- eventually. It would have starved a Gnat -- It would never be Common -- more -- I said It would not know if it were spurned, Its Hour with itself Its little Ether Hood Jesus! thy Crucifix Joy to have merited the Pain -- Judgment is justest Just as He spoke it from his Hands Just lost, when I was saved! Just Once! Oh least Request! Just so -- Jesus -- raps Kill your Balm -- and its Odors bless you Knock with tremor -- Knows how to forget! Lad of Athens, faithful be Lain in Nature -- so suffice us Lay this Laurel on the One Least Bee that brew -- Least Rivers -- docile to some sea Left in immortal Youth Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were bor Lest they should come -- is all my fear Lest this be Heaven indeed Let down the Bars, Oh Death -- Let me not mar that perfect Dream Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip, Let my first Knowing be of thee Let Us play Yesterday -- Life -- is what we make of it -- Life, and Death, and Giants -- Lift it -- with the Feathers Light is sufficient to itself -- Lightly stepped a yellow star Like Brooms of Steel Like eyes that looked on Wastes Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, Like her the Saints retire, Like Men and Women Shadows walk Like Mighty Foot Lights -- burned the Red Like Rain it sounded till it curved Like Some Old fashioned Miracle Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush Lives he in any other world Long Years apart -- can make no Longing is like the Seed Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -- Love -- is anterior to Life -- Love -- is that later Thing than Death -- Love -- thou art high Love can do all but raise the Dead Love reckons by itself -- alone -- Low at my problem bending, Luck is not chance -- Make me a picture of the sun Mama never forgets her birds, Many a phrase has the English language Many cross the Rhine March is the Month of Expectation. Me -- come! My dazzled face Me from Myself -- to banish -- Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt Me, change! Me, alter! Meeting by Accident, Midsummer, was it, when They died -- Mine -- by the Right of the White Election! Mine Enemy is growing old -- More Life -- went out -- when He went More than the Grave is closed to me -- Morning -- is the place for Dew Morning is due to all -- Morning that comes but once, Morns like these -- we parted Most she touched me by her muteness -- Much Madness is divinest Sense Musicians wrestle everywhere Must be a Woe -- Mute thy Coronation My best Acquaintances are those My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease -- My country need not change her gown, My Eye is fuller than my vase My Faith is larger than the Hills -- My first well Day -- since many ill -- My friend attacks my friend! My friend must be a Bird My Garden -- like the Beach My God -- He sees thee -- My Heart ran so to thee My Heart upon a little Plate My life closed twice before its close -- My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun -- My Maker -- let me be My nosegays are for Captives My period had come for Prayer -- My Portion is Defeat -- today -- My Reward for Being, was This. My River runs to thee My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed -- My Triumph lasted till the Drums My Wars are laid away in Books -- My wheel is in the dark! My Worthiness is all my Doubt -- Myself can read the Telegrams Myself was formed -- a Carpenter Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, Nature affects to be sedate Nature and God -- I neither knew Nature assigns the Sun -- Nature can do no more Nature rarer uses Yellow Never for Society New feet within my garden go No Bobolink -- reverse His Singing No Brigadier throughout the Year No Crowd that has occurred No ladder needs the bird but skies No Life can pompless pass away -- No Man can compass a Despair No man saw awe, nor to his house No matter -- now -- Sweet -- No matter where the Saints abide, No Notice gave She, but a Change -- No Other can reduce No Passenger was known to flee -- No Prisoner be -- No Rack can torture me No Romance sold unto Nobody knows this little Rose None can experience sting None who saw it ever told it Noon -- is the Hinge of Day -- Nor Mountain hinder Me Not all die early, dying young -- Not any higher stands the Grave Not any more to be lacked -- Not any sunny tone Not at Home to Callers Not in this World to see his face Not knowing when the Dawn will come, Not One by Heaven defrauded stay -- Not probable -- The barest Chance Not seeing, still we know -- Not Sickness stains the Brave, Not so the infinite Relations -- Below Not that he goes -- we love him more Not that We did, shall be the test Not to discover weakness is Not with a Club, the Heart is broken Now I knew I lost her -- Now I lay thee down to Sleep -- Obtaining but our own Extent Of all the Souls that stand create -- Of all the Sounds despatched abroad Of Being is a Bird Of Bronze -- and Blaze Of Brussels -- it was not -- Of Consciousness, her awful Mate Of Course -- I prayed Of Death I try to think like this -- Of Glory not a Beam is left Of God we ask one favor, Of Life to own -- Of Nature I shall have enough Of nearness to her sundered Things Of Paul and Silas it is said Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe Of so divine a Loss Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door Of their peculiar light Of this is Day composed Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? Of Tribulation, these are They Of whom so dear Of Yellow was the outer Sky Oh Future! thou secreted peace Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet Oh Shadow on the Grass, Oh Sumptuous moment Oh what a Grace is this, Oh, honey of an hour, On a Columnar Self -- On my volcano grows the Grass On such a night, or such a night, On that dear Frame the Years had worn On that specific Pillow On the World you colored On this long storm the Rainbow rose On this wondrous sea Once more, my now bewildered Dove One and One -- are One -- One Anguish -- in a Crowd -- One Blessing had I than the rest One crown that no one seeks One Crucifixion is recorded -- only -- One Day is there of the Series One dignity delays for all One Joy of so much anguish One Life of so much Consequence! One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- One of the ones that Midas touched One Sister have I in our house One thing of it we borrow One Year ago -- jots what? Only a Shrine, but Mine -- Only God -- detect the Sorrow -- Opinion is a flitting thing, Our journey had advanced -- Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain Our little secrets slink away -- Our lives are Swiss Our own possessions -- though our own -- Our share of night to bear Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision. Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- Out of sight? What of that? Over and over, like a Tune Over the fence Pain -- expands the Time -- Pain -- has an Element of Blank -- Pain has but one Acquaintance Papa above! Paradise is of the option. Paradise is that old mansion Partake as doth the Bee, Parting with Thee reluctantly, Pass to they Rendezvous of Light, Patience -- has a quiet Outer -- Peace is a fiction of our Faith -- Perception of an object costs Perhaps I asked too large Perhaps they do not go so far Perhaps you think me stooping Peril as a Possesssion Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray Pink -- small -- and punctual -- Poor little Heart! Portraits are to daily faces Power is a familiar growth -- Prayer is the little implement Precious to Me -- She still shall be -- Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn Promise This -- When You be Dying -- Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break i Publication -- is the Auction Purple -- is fashionable twice -- Pursuing you in your transitions, Put up my lute! Quite empty, quite at rest, Rather arid delight Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove Recollect the Face of me Rehearsal to Ourselves Remembrance has a Rear and Front -- Remorse -- is Memory -- awake -- Removed from Accident of Loss Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue -- Reportless Subjects, to the Quick Rest at Night Reverse cannot befall Revolution is the Pod Ribbons of the Year -- Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun Robbed by Death -- but that was easy -- Safe Despair it is that raves -- Safe in their Alabaster Chambers Said Death to Passion Sang from the Heart, Sire, Satisfaction -- is the Agent Severer Service of myself Shall I take thee, the Poet said Shame is the shawl of Pink She bore it till the simple veins She could not live upon the Past She dealt her pretty words like Blades She died -- this was the way she died. She died at play, She dwelleth in the Ground -- She hideth Her the last -- She laid her docile Crescent down She lay as if at play She rose as high as His Occasion She rose to His Requirement -- dropt She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- She slept beneath a tree She sped as Petals of a Rose She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc -- She sweeps with many-colored Brooms She went as quiet as the Dew Shells from the Coast mistaking -- Should you but fail at -- Sea Silence is all we dread. Size circumscribes -- it has no room Sleep is supposed to be Smiling back from Coronation Snow beneath whose chilly softness Snow flakes. So bashful when I spied her! So from the mould So gay a Flower So give me back to Death -- So has a Daisy vanished So I pull my Stockings off So large my Will So much of Heaven has gone from Earth So much Summer So proud she was to die So set its Sun in Thee So the Eyes accost -- and sunder So well that I can live without Society for me my misery Soft as the massacre of Suns Soil of Flint, if steady tilled -- Some -- Work for Immortality Some Arrows slay but whom they strike -- Some Days retired from the rest Some keep the Sabbath going to Church Some one prepared this mighty show Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! Some say goodnight -- at night -- Some such Butterfly be seen Some things that fly there be Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder Some Wretched creature, savior take Some, too fragile for winter winds Somehow myself survived the Night Sometimes with the Heart Somewhat, to hope for, Somewhere upon the general Earth Soto! Explore thyself! Soul, take thy risk. Soul, Wilt thou toss again? South Winds jostle them Speech is one symptom of Affection Spring comes on the World -- Spring is the Period Spurn the temerity -- Step lightly on this narrow spot -- Still own thee -- still thou art Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning -- Success is counted sweetest Such are the inlets of the mind -- Such is the Force of Happiness -- Summer -- we all have seen -- Summer begins to have the look Summer for thee, grant I may be Summer has two Beginnings -- Summer is shorter than any one -- Summer laid her simple Hat Sunset at Night -- is natural Sunset that screens, reveals -- Superfluous were the Sun Superiority to Fate Surgeons must be very careful Surprise is like a thrilling -- pungent -- Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death -- Sweet -- safe -- Houses Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered Sweet hours have perished here; Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie -- Sweet Pirate of the heart, Sweet Skepticism of the Heart -- Sweet, to have had them lost Take all away -- Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, Take your Heaven further on Taken from men -- this morning Taking up the fair Ideal, Talk not to me of Summer Trees Talk with prudence to a Beggar Teach Him -- When He makes the names Tell all the Truth but tell it slant -- Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten Than Heaven more remote, That Distance was between Us That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, That I did always love That is solemn we have ended That it will never come again That Love is all there is, That odd old man is dead a year -- That sacred Closet when you sweep -- That she forgot me was the least That short -- potential stir That Such have died enable Us That this should feel the need of Death The Admirations -- and Contempts -- of time -- The Angle of a Landscape The Auctioneer of Parting The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings -- The Battle fought between the Soul The Bee is not afraid of me. The Beggar at the Door for Fame The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- The Bible is an antique Volume -- The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play -- The Bird her punctual music brings The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb The Birds reported from the South -- The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side -- The Blunder is in estimate. The Bobolink is gone -- The Body grows without -- The Bone that has no Marrow, The Brain -- is wider than the Sky -- The Brain, within its Groove The Bustle in a House The Butterfly in honored Dust The butterfly obtains The Butterfly upon the Sky, The Chemical conviction The Clock strikes one that just struck two -- The Clouds their Backs together laid The Color of a Queen, is this -- The Color of the Grave is Green The competitions of the sky The Court is far away The Crickets sang The Daisy follows soft the Sun The Day grew small, surrounded tight The Day she goes The Day that I was crowned The Day undressed -- Herself -- The Days that we can spare The Definition of Beauty is The Devil -- had he fidelity The difference between Despair The distance that the dead have gone The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea The Dust behind I strove to join The duties of the Wind are few, The Dying need but little, Dear, The earth has many keys, The ecstasy to guess The event was directly behind Him The face I carry with me -- last The Face in evanescence lain The Face we choose to miss -- The Fact that Earth is Heaven -- The fairest Home I ever knew The farthest Thunder that I heard The fascinating chill that music leaves The feet of people walking home The Fingers of the Light The first Day that I was a Life The first We knew of Him was Death -- The Flake the Wind exasperate The Flower must not blame the Bee The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- The Frost was never seen -- The Future -- never spoke -- The Gentian has a parched Corolla -- The Gentian weaves her fringes The gleam of an heroic Act The going from a world we know The good Will of a Flower The Grace -- Myself -- might not obtain -- The Grass so little has to do The grave my little cottage is, The Guest is gold and crimson The hallowing of Pain The harm of Years is on him -- The healed Heart shows its shallow scar The Heart asks Pleasure -- first -- The Heart has many Doors -- The Heart has narrow Banks The Heart is the Capital of the Mind -- The Heaven vests for Each The Hills erect their Purple Heads The Hills in Purple syllables The Himmaleh was known to stoop The Hollows round His eager Eyes The immortality she gave The incidents of love The Infinite a sudden Guest The inundation of the Spring The Jay his Castanet has struck The joy that has no stem no core, The Judge is like the Owl -- The Lady feeds Her little Bird The Lamp burns sure -- within The largest Fire ever known The Lassitudes of Contemplation The last Night that She lived The last of Summer is Delight -- The Leaves like Women interchange The Life that tied too tight escapes The Life we have is very great. The Lightning is a yellow Fork The Lightning playeth -- all the while -- The Lilac is an ancient shrub The Loneliness One dare not sound -- The lonesome for they know not What The long sigh of the Frog The longest day that God appoints The look of thee, what is it like The Love a Life can show Below The Luxury to apprehend The Malay -- took the Pearl The Manner of its Death The Martyr Poets -- did not tell -- The Merchant of the Picturesque The Mind lives on the Heart The Missing All -- prevented Me The mob within the heart The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot The Moon is distant from the Sea The Moon upon her fluent Route The Moon was but a Chin of Gold The Morning after Woe The morns are meeker than they were The most important population The most pathetic thing I do The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met The Mountain sat upon the Plain The Mountains -- grow unnoticed -- The Mountains stood in Haze -- The Murmur of a Bee The murmuring of Bees, has ceased The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -- The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized The Night was wide, and furnished scant The Notice that is called the Spring The One who could repeat the Summer day The ones that disappeared are back The only Ghost I ever saw The Only News I know The Opening and the Close The Outer -- from the Inner The overtakelessness of those The Past is such a curious Creature The pattern of the sun The pedigree of Honey The Pile of Years is not so high The Poets light but Lamps -- The Popular Heart is a Cannon first -- The power to be true to You, The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves The Products of my Farm are these The Props assist the House The Province of the Saved The pungent atom in the Air The rainbow never tells me The Rat is the concisest Tenant. The Red -- Blaze -- is the Morning The reticent volcano keeps The Riddle we can guess The right to perish might be thought The Road to Paradise is plain, The Road was lit with Moon and star -- The Robin for the Crumb The Robin is a Gabriel The Robin is the One The Rose did caper on her cheek The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The Savior must have been The Sea said "Come" to the Brook -- The Service without Hope -- The Show is not the Show The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean. The smouldering embers blush -- The Snow that never drifts -- The Soul has Bandaged moments -- The Soul selects her own Society The Soul should always stand ajar The Soul that hath a Guest The Soul unto itself The Spider as an Artist The Spider holds a Silver Ball The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. The Spirit lasts -- but in what mode -- The spry Arms of the Wind The Stars are old, that stood for me -- The stem of a departed Flower The Stimulus, beyond the Grave The Suburbs of a Secret The Summer that we did not prize, The Sun -- just touched the Morning The Sun and Fog contested The Sun and Moon must make their haste -- The Sun in reigning to the West The Sun is gay or stark The Sun is one -- and on the Tare The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low! The Sun retired to a cloud The Sun went down -- no Man looked on -- The Sunrise runs for Both -- The Sunset stopped on Cottages The sweetest Heresy received The Sweets of Pillage, can be known The Symptom of the Gale -- The Test of Love -- is Death -- The Things that never can come back, are several - The things we thought that we should do The thought beneath so slight a film The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Treason of an accent The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- The Truth -- is stirless -- The vastest earthly Day The Veins of other Flowers The Voice that stands for Floods to me The waters chased him as he fled, The way Hope builds his House The Way to know the Bobolink The Well upon the Brook The Whole of it came not at once -- The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man The Wind begun to rock the Grass The wind drew off The Wind took up the Northern Things The Winters are so short The words the happy say The Work of Her that went, The World -- feels Dusty The World -- stands -- solemner -- to me The worthlessness of Earthly things The Zeroes -- taught us -- Phosphorous -- Their Barricade against the Sky Their dappled importunity Their Height in Heaven comforts not -- Themself are all I have -- There are two Mays There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight There came a Wind like a Bugle -- There comes a warning like a spy There comes an hour when begging stops, There is a finished feeling There is a flower that Bees prefer There is a June when Corn is cut There is a Languor of the Life There is a morn by men unseen There is a pain -- so utter -- There is a Shame of Nobleness -- There is a solitude of space There is a word There is a Zone whose even Years There is an arid Pleasure -- There is another Loneliness There is another sky There is no Frigate like a Book There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent There is strength in proving that it can be borne These -- saw Visions -- These are the days that Reindeer love These are the days when Birds come back These are the Nights that Beetles love -- These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest These held their Wick above the West -- These Strangers, in a foreign World, These tested Our Horizon -- They ask but our Delight -- They called me to the Window, for They dropped like Flakes They have a little Odor -- that to me They leave us with the Infinite. They might not need me -- yet they might -- They put Us far apart They say that "Time assuages" -- They shut me up in Prose -- They talk as slow as Legends grow This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes This Bauble was preferred of Bees -- This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life This Consciousness that is aware This dirty -- little -- Heart This docile one inter This Dust, and its Feature -- This heart that broke so long This is a Blossom of the Brain -- This is my letter to the World This is the place they hoped before, This Me -- that walks and works -- must die, This Merit hath the worst -- This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies This slow Day moved along -- This that would greet -- an hour ago -- This was a Poet -- It is That This was in the White of the Year -- This World is not Conclusion. Those -- dying then, Those cattle smaller than a Bee Those fair -- fictitious People Those final Creatures, -- who they are -- Those not live yet Those who have been in the Grave the longest -- Though the great Waters sleep, Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her -- Through lane it lay -- through bramble Through the Dark Sod -- as Education Through the strait pass of suffering -- Through those old Grounds of memory, Through what transports of Patience Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord, Till Death -- is narrow Loving -- Time does go on -- Time feels so vast that were it not Title divine -- is mine! To be alive -- is Power -- To be forgot by thee To break so vast a Heart To die -- takes just a little while To die -- without the Dying To disappear enhances -- To do a magnanimous thing To earn it by disdaining it To fight aloud, is very brave To fill a Gap To flee from memory To hang our head -- ostensibly To hear an Oriole sing To help our Bleaker Parts To her derided Home To his simplicity To interrupt His Yellow Plan To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- To learn the Transport by the Pain To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain To love thee Year by Year To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, To make Routine a Stimulus To mend each tattered Faith To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred -- To my small Hearth His fire came -- To offer brave assistance To One denied the drink To own a Susan of my own To own the Art within the Soul To pile like Thunder to its close To put this World down, like a Bundle -- To see her is a Picture -- To see the Summer Sky To tell the Beauty would decrease To the bright east she flies, To the stanch Dust To their apartment deep To this World she returned. To try to speak, and miss the way To undertake is to achieve To venerate the simple days To wait an Hour -- is long -- To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, Today or this noon Too cold is this Too few the mornings be, Too happy Time dissolves itself Too little way the House must lie Tried always and Condemned by thee Triumph -- may be of several kinds Trudging to Eden, looking backward, Trust adjust her "Peradventure" -- Trust in the Unexpected -- Trusty as the stars Truth -- is as old as God -- Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Two -- were immortal twice -- Two butterflies went out at Noon -- Two Lengths has every Day -- Two swimmers wrestled on the spar Two Travellers perishing in Snow Unable are the Loved to die Uncertain lease -- develops lustre Under the Light, yet under, Undue Significance a starving man attaches Unfulfilled to Observation -- Unit, like Death, for Whom? Until the Desert knows Unto a broken heart Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me Unto my Books -- so good to turn -- Unto the Whole -- how add? Unworthy of her Breast Upon a Lilac Sea Upon Concluded Lives Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird Upon the gallows hung a wretch, Victory comes late -- Volcanoes be in Sicily Wait till the Majesty of Death Warm in her Hand these accents lie Water makes many Beds Water, is taught by thirst. We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing We can but follow to the Sun -- We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face We do not know the time we lose -- We do not play on Graves We dream -- it is good we are dreaming -- We grow accustomed to the Dark We introduce ourselves We knew not that we were to live -- We learn it in Retreating We learned the Whole of Love -- We like March. We lose -- because we win We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints We miss a Kinsman more We miss Her, not because We see -- We never know how high we are We never know we go when we are going -- We outgrow love, like other things We play at Paste We pray -- to Heaven We see -- Comparatively -- We send the Wave to find the Wave -- We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow. We should not mind so small a flower We shun because we prize her Face We shun it ere it comes, We talked as Girls do -- We talked with each other about each other We wear our sober Dresses when we die, Went up a year this evening! Were it but Me that gained the Height -- Were it to be the last Were natural mortal lady Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- What did They do since I saw Them? What I can do -- I will What I see not, I better see -- What if I say I shall not wait! What Inn is this What is -- "Paradise" What mystery pervades a well! What shall I do -- it whimpers so What shall I do when the Summer troubles -- What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures What tenements of clover What Twigs We held by -- What we see we know somewhat What would I give to see his face? Whatever it is -- she has tried it -- When a Lover is a Beggar When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins When Diamonds are a Legend, When Etna basks and purrs When I count the seeds When I have seen the Sun emerge When I hoped I feared -- When I hoped, I recollect When I was small, a Woman died -- When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her s When Memory is full When Night is almost done When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, When the Astronomer stops seeking When they come back -- if Blossoms do -- When we have ceased to care When we stand on the tops of Things Where bells no more affright the morn Where every bird is bold to go Where I have lost, I softer tread Where Roses would not dare to go, Where Ships of Purple -- gently toss Where Thou art -- that -- is Home -- Whether my bark went down at sea Whether they have forgotten Which is best? Heaven -- Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent? Which misses most, While Asters While it is alive While we were fearing it, it came -- White as an Indian Pipe Who abdicated Ambush Who Court obtain within Himself Who Giants know, with lesser Men Who goes to dine must take his Feast Who has not found the Heaven -- below -- Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights -- Who is the East? Who never lost, are unprepared Who never wanted -- maddest Joy Who occupies this House? Who saw no Sunrise cannot say Who were "the Father and the Son" Whoever disenchants Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red -- Whose are the little beds, I asked Whose cheek is this? Whose Pink career may have a close Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven? Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so Why should we hurry -- why indeed? Wild Nights -- Wild Nights! Will there really be a "Morning"? Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights Winter under cultivation Witchcraft has not a Pedigree Witchcraft was hung, in History, With Pinions of Disdain With sweetness unabated With thee, in the Desert Within my Garden, rides a Bird Within my reach! Within that little Hive Within thy Grave! Without a smile -- Without a Throe Without this -- there is nought -- Wolfe demanded during dying Wonder -- is not precisely Knowing Would you like summer? Taste of ours. Yesterday is History, You cannot make Remembrance grow You cannot put a Fire out -- You cannot take itself You constituted Time -- You know that Portrait in the Moon -- You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies -- You love me -- you are sure You love the Lord -- you cannot see You said that I "was Great" -- one Day -- You see I cannot see -- your lifetime You taught me Waiting with Myself -- Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty.
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