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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

In Snow Thou Comest

In snow thou comest -
Thou shalt go with the resuming ground,
The sweet derision of the crow,
And Glee’s advancing sound.
 
In fear thou comest -
Thou shalt go at such a gait of joy
That man anew embark to live
Upon the depth of thee.

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Other works by Emily Dickinson...
Nature LXXXII. There’s a certain slant of light (258)

LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
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The Grass So Little Has to Do

The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
Luck is not chance

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
Life XCVI. my life closed twice before its close

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
A Clock Stopped—Not the Mantel’s

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
I Went to Heaven,—

I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
 1
I Should Not Dare to Leave my Friend

205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
 1
Have Any Like Myself

736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
Unit, Like Death, for Whom?

408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
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I Prayed, at First, a Little Girl

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
Could—I do more—for Thee—

447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
 1
The Road Was Lit With Moon and Star

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
If Recollecting Were Forgetting

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
The dying need but little, dear

The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
My Life Closed Twice

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive



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