It Knew No Lapse, Nor Diminuation, by Emily Dickinson

It Knew No Lapse, Nor Diminuation

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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation—

But large—serene—

Burned on—until through Dissolution—

It failed from Men—

I could not deem these Planetary forces

Annulled—

But suffered an Exchange of Territory—

Or World—

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983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.

XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority

797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.

928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony

Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—

LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!

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

998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—