Summer for Thee, Grant I May Be, by Emily Dickinson

Summer for Thee, Grant I May Be

Summer for thee, grant I may be

When Summer days are flown!

Thy music still, when Whipporwill

And Oriole—are done!

For thee to bloom, I’ll skip the tomb

And row my blossoms o’er!

Pray gather me—

Anemone—

Thy flower—forevermore!

827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—

858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.

988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.

238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—

Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…

A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.

350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…

267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host

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—

298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—

920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—