This Bauble Was Preferred of Bees, di Emily Dickinson

This Bauble Was Preferred of Bees

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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.

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—

126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—

35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.

556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—

I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…

163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect

381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step