Did the Harebell Loose Her Girdle, by Emily Dickinson

Did the Harebell Loose Her Girdle

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Did the Harebell loose her girdle

To the lover Bee

Would the Bee the Harebell hallow

Much as formerly?

Did the “Paradise”—persuaded—

Yi eld her moat of pearl—

Would the Eden be an Eden,

Or the Earl—an Earl?

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They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

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

Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time

88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—

462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed

The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned

LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick