I've nothing else—to bring, You know—, by Emily Dickinson

I've nothing else—to bring, You know—

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I've nothing else—to bring, You know—

So I keep bringing These—

Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars

To our familiar eyes—

Maybe, we shouldn't mind them—

Unless they didn't come—

Then—maybe, it would puzzle us

To find our way Home—

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988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…

LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,

After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—

584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take

Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—

471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—