All Circumstances Are the Frame, by Emily Dickinson

All Circumstances Are the Frame

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All Circumstances are the Frame

In which His Face is set—

All Latitudes exist for His

Sufficient Continent—

The Light His Action, and the Dark

The Leisure of His Will—

In Him Existence serve or set

A Force illegible.

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719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…

155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—

104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.

I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—