I Robbed the Woods, by Emily Dickinson

I Robbed the Woods

I robbed the Woods—

The trusting Woods.

The unsuspecting Trees

Brought out their Burs and mosses

My fantasy to please.

I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away—

What will the solemn Hemlock—

What will the Oak tree say?

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day

537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—

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?

920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?

Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

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

782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—

The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always

545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—

864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.