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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

With a Flower

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too -
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

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When I Have Seen the Sun Emerge

888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
An Hour Is a Sea

825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
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The Body Grows Without

578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
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Nature LX. The grass so little has to do

LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
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The Railway Train

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,
Great Caesar! Condescend

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

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
That First Day, When You Praised Me, Sweet

659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
Light Is Sufficient to Itself

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
Life X. in a library (371)

A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
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Jesus! Thy Crucifix

225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
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Life V. Glee! the great storm is over! (619)

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
The World—stands—solemner—to me—

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
We Talked as Girls Do

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
She could not live upon the Past

She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell



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