Sexton! my Master’s Sleeping Here, par Emily Dickinson

Sexton! my Master’s Sleeping Here

Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here.

Pray lead me to his bed!

I came to build the Bird’s nest,

And sow the Early seed—

That when the snow creeps slowly

From off his chamber door—

Daisies point the way there—

And the Troubadour.

461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—

443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—

199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—

512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—

My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me

LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,