In Rags Mysterious as These, di Emily Dickinson

In Rags Mysterious as These

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In rags mysterious as these

The shining Courtiers go—

Veiling the purple, and the plumes—

Veiling the ermine so.

Smiling, as they request an alms—

At some imposing door!

Smiling when we walk barefoot

Upon their golden floor!

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515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—

222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.

Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

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

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

XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.

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…

XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —