Not All Die Early, Dying Young, by Emily Dickinson

Not All Die Early, Dying Young

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Not all die early, dying young—

Maturity of Fate

Is consummated equally

In Ages, or a Night—

A Hoary Boy, I’ve known to drop

Whole statured—by the side

Of Junior of Fourscore—'twas Act

Not Period—that died.

LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —

460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—

This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed

646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back

Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains

LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—