Angels, in the Early Morning, par Emily Dickinson

Angels, in the Early Morning

Angels, in the early morning

May be seen the Dews among,

Stooping—plucking—smiling&m dash;flying—

Do the Buds to them belong?

Angels, when the sun is hottest

May be seen the sands among,

Stooping—plucking—sighing&m dash;flying—

Parched the flowers they bear along.

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143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

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,

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me

329 So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear—

III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.

799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—

173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!

A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards

825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—