The Hollows Round His Eager Eyes, by Emily Dickinson

The Hollows Round His Eager Eyes

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The Hollows round His eager Eyes

Were Pages where to read

Pathetic Histories—although

Himself had not complained.

Biography to All who passed

Of Unobtrusive Pain

Except for the italic Face

Endured, unhelped—unknown.

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—

I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields

942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee

971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

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

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

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—