The Road Was Lit With Moon and Star, par Emily Dickinson

The Road Was Lit With Moon and Star

The Road was lit with Moon and star -

The Trees were bright and still -

Descried I - by the distant Light

A Traveller on a Hill -

To magic Perpendiculars

Ascending, though Terrene -

Unknown his shimmering ultimate -

But he indorsed the sheen -

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XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step

355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—

882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering

The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,

482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—

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

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree

369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—

928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony

108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,