As Sleigh Bells Seem in Summer, di Emily Dickinson

As Sleigh Bells Seem in Summer

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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer

Or Bees, at Christmas show—

So fairy—so fictitious

The individuals do

Repealed from observation—

A Party that we knew—

More distant in an instant

Than Dawn in Timbuctoo.

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take

180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came

SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.

Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -