The Color of a Queen, Is This, by Emily Dickinson

The Color of a Queen, Is This

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The Color of a Queen, is this—

The Color of a Sun

At setting—this and Amber—

Beryl—and this, at Noon—

And when at night—Auroran widths

Fling suddenly on men—

’Tis this—and Witchcraft—nature keeps

A Rank—for Iodine—

202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished

I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?

They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,

329 So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear—

No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us

309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—

172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —