Said Death to Passion, by Emily Dickinson

Said Death to Passion

‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’

Said Passion, through contracting Breaths

‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’

Bore Death from Passion

All His East

He - sovereign as the Sun

Resituated in the West

And the Debate was done.

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11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?

56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—

859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.

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

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –

626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

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

518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,