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.

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13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—

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

LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.

IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;

IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin

851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race

260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—

133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.

703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead