’Twas such a little—little boat, por Emily Dickinson

’Twas such a little—little boat

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’Twas such a little—little boat

That toddled down the bay!

’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea

That beckoned it away!

’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave

That licked it from the Coast—

Nor ever guessed the stately sails

My little craft was lost!

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;

XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—

XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom

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

There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take

363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—