This Bauble Was Preferred of Bees, por Emily Dickinson

This Bauble Was Preferred of Bees

805

This Bauble was preferred of Bees—

By Butterflies admired

At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances—

Was justified of Bird—

Did Noon—enamel—in Herself

Was Summer to a Score

Who only knew of Universe—

It had created Her.

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

565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds

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

September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -

727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—

376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—

A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!

A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin