Exultation Is the Going, por Emily Dickinson

Exultation Is the Going

Exultation is the going

Of an inland soul to sea,

Past the houses—past the headlands—

Into deep Eternity—

Bred as we, among the mountains,

Can the sailor understand

The divine intoxication

Of the first league out from land?

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805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!

846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.

916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.

766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—

911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.