Once More, my Now Bewildered Dove, by Emily Dickinson

Once More, my Now Bewildered Dove

Once more, my now bewildered Dove

Bestirs her puzzled wings

Once more her mistress, on the deep

Her troubled question flings—

Thrice to the floating casement

The Patriarch’s bird returned,

Courage! My brave Columba!

There may yet be Land!

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

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—

Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

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

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