It Is an Honorable Thought,, by Emily Dickinson

It Is an Honorable Thought,

It is an honorable thought,

And makes one lift one’s hat,

As one encountered gentlefolk

Upon a daily street,

That we’ve immortal place,

Though pyramids decay,

And kingdoms, like the orchard,

Flit russetly away.

197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!

902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—

452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—

356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—

XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.

To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity