Did the Harebell Loose Her Girdle, por 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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XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

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,

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—

715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—

183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…