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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

She died – this was the way she died.

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She died—this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun—
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

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Midsummer, Was It, When They Died

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—Houses

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
A Sepal, Petal, and a Thorn

19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
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37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
Judgment is justest

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
While It Is Alive

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
Heavenly Father

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Did You Ever Stand in a Cavern’s Mouth

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IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
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It’s Like the Light,—

It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
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As Plan for Noon and Plan for Night

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
161 a feather from the Whippoorwill

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A Murmur in the Trees—to note—

416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
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This little Hound within the Heart

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—



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