The dying need but little, dear, par Emily Dickinson

The dying need but little, dear

The dying need but little, dear,—

A glass of water’s all,

A flower’s unobtrusive face

To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,

And certainly that one

No color in the rainbow

Perceives when you are gone.

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Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -

291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

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

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—

326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,

394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—

525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe

LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance

965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—

853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West