The Future—never spoke—, by Emily Dickinson

The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…

I Had Some Things That I Called Mine

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking,

If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin

Luck is not chance

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

I Had No Time to Hate, Because

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since

She Bore It Till the Simple Veins

144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.

Although I Put Away His Life

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

A Cloud Withdrew From the Sky

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

What Would I Give to See His Face?

247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!

I Could Suffice for Him, I Knew

643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—

To Interrupt His Yellow Plan

591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow

Emily Dickinson

The Future—never spoke—

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