’Tis Customary as We Part, by Emily Dickinson

’Tis Customary as We Part

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’Tis customary as we part

A trinket—to confer—

It helps to stimulate the faith

When Lovers be afar—

’Tis various—as the various taste—

Clematis—journeying far—

Presents me with a single Curl

Of her Electric Hair—

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842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—

902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—

SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host

102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!

One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—

489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…