Best Things Dwell Out of Sight, by Emily Dickinson

Best Things Dwell Out of Sight

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Best Things dwell out of Sight

The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought.

Most shun the Public Air

Legitimate, and Rare—

The Capsule of the Wind

The Capsule of the Mind

Exhibit here, as doth a Burr—

Germ’s Germ be where?

420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—

I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—

977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair

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

526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—

504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?

424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—

759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—

350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—

736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds