Emily Dickinson

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  1. A Bee His Burnished Carriage
  2. A Bird Came Down The Walk
  3. A Burdock -- Clawed My Gown
  4. A Cap Of Lead Across The Sky
  5. A Charm Invests A Face
  6. A Clock Stopped
  7. A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky
  8. A Coffin -- Is A Small Domain
  9. A Counterfeit -- A Plated Person
  10. A Curious Cloud Surprised The Sky
  11. A Darting Fear -- A Pomp -- A Tear
  12. A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
  13. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some
  14. A Deed Knocks First At Thought
  15. A Dew Sufficed Itself
  16. A Diamond On The Hand
  17. A Dimple In The Tomb
  18. A Door Just Opened An A Street
  19. A Doubt If It Be Us
  20. A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree
  21. A Drunkard Cannot Meet A Cork
  22. A Dying Tiger -- Moaned For Drink
  23. A Face Devoid Of Love Or Grace
  24. A Faded Boy -- In Sallow Clothes
  25. A Feather From The Whippoorwill
  26. A Field Of Stubble, Lying Sere
  27. A First Mute Coming
  28. A Flower Will Not Trouble Her
  29. A Full Fed Rose On Meals Of Tint
  30. A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet
  31. A Great Hope Fell
  32. A Happy Lip -- Breaks Sudden
  33. A House Upon The Height
  34. A Lady Red -- Amid The Hill
  35. A Lane Of Yellow Led The Eye
  36. A Light Exists In Spring
  37. A Little Bread -- A Crust -- A Crumb
  38. A Little Dog That Wags His Tail
  39. A Little East Of Jordan
  40. A Little Madness In The Spring
  41. A Little Overflowing Word
  42. A Little Road -- Not Made Of Man
  43. A Little Snow Was Here And There
  44. A Long -- Long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep
  45. A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I
  46. A Man May Make A Remark
  47. A Mien To Move A Queen
  48. A Mine There Is No Man Would Own
  49. A Moth The Hue Of This
  50. A Murmur In The Trees -- To Note
  51. A Narrow Fellow In The Grass
  52. A Nearness To Tremendousness
  53. A Night -There Lay The Days Between
  54. A Pang Is More Conspicuous In Spring
  55. A Pit -- But Heaven Over It
  56. A Planted Life -- Diversified
  57. A Poor -- Torn Heart -- A Tattered Heart
  58. A Precious -- Mouldering Pleasure -- 'Tis
  59. A Prison Gets To Be A Friend
  60. A Prompt -- Executive Bird Is The Jay
  61. A Rat Surrendered Here
  62. A Route Of Evanescence
  63. A Saucer Holds A Cup
  64. A Science -- So The Savants Say
  65. A Secret told
  66. A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn
  67. A Shade Upon The Mind There Passes
  68. A Shady Friend -- For Torrid Days
  69. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions
  70. A Single Clover Plank
  71. A Single Screw Of Flesh
  72. A Slash Of Blue
  73. A Sloop Of Amber Slips Away
  74. A Soft Sea Washed Around The House
  75. A Solemn Thing -- It Was -- I Said
  76. A Solemn Thing Within The Soul
  77. A Something In A Summer's Day
  78. A South Wind -- Has A Pathos
  79. A Sparrow Took A Slice Of Twig
  80. A Spider Sewed At Night
  81. A Stagnant Pleasure Like A Pool
  82. A Still -- Volcano -- Life
  83. A Thought Went Up My Mind Today
  84. A Throe Upon The Features
  85. A Toad, Can Die Of Light
  86. A Tongue -- To Tell Him I Am True
  87. A Tooth Upon Our Peace
  88. A Train Went Through A Burial Gate




    Biographical information

      Name: Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
      Place and date of birth: Amherst, Massachusetts (United States); December 10, 1830
      Place and date of death: Amherst, Massachusetts (United States); May 15, 1886 (aged 55)

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      A Bee His Burnished Carriage

        A Bee his burnished Carriage
        Drove boldly to a Rose --
        Combinedly alighting --
        Himself -- his Carriage was --
        The Rose received his visit
        With frank tranquillity
        Withholding not a Crescent
        To his Cupidity --
        Their Moment consummated --
        Remained for him -- to flee --
        Remained for her -- of rapture
        But the humility.

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      A Bird Came Down The Walk

        A Bird came down the Walk --
        He did not know I saw --
        He bit an Angleworm in halves
        And ate the fellow, raw,

        And then he drank a Dew
        From a convenient Grass --
        And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
        To let a Beetle pass --

        He glanced with rapid eyes
        That hurried all around --
        They looked like frightened Beads, I thought --
        He stirred his Velvet Head

        Like one in danger, Cautious,
        I offered him a Crumb
        And he unrolled his feathers
        And rowed him softer home --

        Than Oars divide the Ocean,
        Too silver for a seam --
        Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
        Leap, plashless as they swim.

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      A Burdock -- Clawed My Gown

        A Burdock -- clawed my Gown --
        Not Burdock's -- blame --
        But mine --
        Who went too near
        The Burdock's Den --

        A Bog -- affronts my shoe --
        What else have Bogs -- to do --
        The only Trade they know --
        The splashing Men!
        Ah, pity -- then!

        'Tis Minnows can despise!
        The Elephant's -- calm eyes
        Look further on!

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      A Cap Of Lead Across The Sky

        A Cap of Lead across the sky
        Was tight and surly drawn
        We could not find the mighty Face
        The Figure was withdrawn --

        A Chill came up as from a shaft
        Our noon became a well
        A Thunder storm combines the charms
        Of Winter and of Hell.

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      A Cap Of Lead Across The Sky

        A Cap of Lead across the sky
        Was tight and surly drawn
        We could not find the mighty Face
        The Figure was withdrawn --

        A Chill came up as from a shaft
        Our noon became a well
        A Thunder storm combines the charms
        Of Winter and of Hell.

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      A Charm Invests A Face

        A Charm invests a face
        Imperfectly beheld --
        The Lady date not lift her Veil
        For fear it be dispelled --

        But peers beyond her mesh --
        And wishes -- and denies --
        Lest Interview -- annul a want
        That Image -- satisfies --

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      A Clock Stopped

        A Clock stopped --
        Not the Mantel's --
        Geneva's farthest skill
        Can't put the puppet bowing --
        That just now dangled still --

        An awe came on the Trinket!
        The Figures hunched, with pain --
        Then quivered out of Decimals --
        Into Degreeless Noon --

        It will not stir for Doctors --
        This Pendulum of snow --
        This Shopman importunes it --
        While cool -- concernless No --

        Nods from the Gilded pointers --
        Nods from the Seconds slim --
        Decades of Arrogance between
        The Dial life --
        And Him --

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      A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky

        A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
        Superior Glory be
        But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries
        Are forever lost to me

        Had I but further scanned
        Had I secured the Glow
        In an Hermetic Memory
        It had availed me now.

        Never to pass the Angel
        With a glance and a Bow
        Till I am firm in Heaven
        Is my intention now.

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      A Coffin -- Is A Small Domain

        A Coffin -- is a small Domain,
        Yet able to contain
        A Citizen of Paradise
        In it diminished Plane.

        A Grave -- is a restricted Breadth --
        Yet ampler than the Sun --
        And all the Seas He populates
        And Lands He looks upon

        To Him who on its small Repose
        Bestows a single Friend --
        Circumference without Relief --
        Or Estimate -- or End --

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      A Counterfeit -- A Plated Person

        A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person --
        I would not be --
        Whatever strata of Iniquity
        My Nature underlie --
        Truth is good Health -- and Safety, and the Sky.
        How meagre, what an Exile -- is a Lie,
        And Vocal -- when we die --

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      A Curious Cloud Surprised The Sky

        A curious Cloud surprised the Sky,
        'Twas like a sheet with Horns;
        The sheet was Blue --
        The Antlers Gray --
        It almost touched the lawns.

        So low it leaned -- then statelier drew --
        And trailed like robes away,
        A Queen adown a satin aisle
        Had not the majesty.

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      A Darting Fear -- A Pomp -- A Tear

        A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear --
        A waking on a morn
        To find that what one waked for,
        Inhales the different dawn.

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      A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!

        A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
        Your prayers, oh Passer by!
        From such a common ball as this
        Might date a Victory!
        From marshallings as simple
        The flags of nations swang.
        Steady -- my soul: What issues
        Upon thine arrow hang!

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      A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some

        A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
        Who till they died, did not alive become --
        Who had they lived, had died but when
        They died, Vitality begun.

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      A Deed Knocks First At Thought

        A Deed knocks first at Thought
        And then -- it knocks at Will --
        That is the manufacturing spot
        And Will at Home and well

        It then goes out an Act
        Or is entombed so still
        That only to the ear of God
        Its Doom is audible --

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      A Dew Sufficed Itself

        A Dew sufficed itself --
        And satisfied a Leaf
        And felt "how vast a destiny" --
        "How trivial is Life!"

        The Sun went out to work --
        The Day went out to play
        And not again that Dew be seen
        By Physiognomy

        Whether by Day Abducted
        Or emptied by the Sun
        Into the Sea in passing
        Eternally unknown

        Attested to this Day
        That awful Tragedy
        By Transport's instability
        And Doom's celerity.

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      A Diamond On The Hand

        A Diamond on the Hand
        To Custom Common grown
        Subsides from its significance
        The Gem were best unknown --
        Within a Seller's Shrine
        How many sight and sigh
        And cannot, but are mad for fear
        That any other buy.

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      A Dimple In The Tomb

        A Dimple in the Tomb
        Makes that ferocious Room
        A Home --

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      A Door Just Opened An A Street

        A Door just opened on a street --
        I -- lost -- was passing by --
        An instant's Width of Warmth disclosed --
        And Wealth -- and Company.

        The Door as instant shut -- And I --
        I -- lost -- was passing by --
        Lost doubly -- but by contrast -- most --
        Informing -- misery --

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      A Doubt If It Be Us

        A doubt if it be Us
        Assists the staggering Mind
        In an extremer Anguish
        Until it footing find.

        An Unreality is lent,
        A merciful Mirage
        That makes the living possible
        While it suspends the lives.

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      A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree

        A drop fell on the apple tree --
        Another -- on the Roof --
        A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves --
        And made the Gables laugh --

        A few went out to help the Brook
        That went to help the Sea --
        Myself Conjectured were they Pearls --
        What Necklace could be --

        The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads --
        The Birds jocoser sung --
        The Sunshine threw his Hat away --
        The Bushes -- spangles flung --

        The Breezes brought dejected Lutes --
        And bathed them in the Glee --
        Then Orient showed a single Flag,
        And signed the Fete away --

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      A Drunkard Cannot Meet A Cork

        A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork
        Without a Revery --
        And so encountering a Fly
        This January Day
        Jamaicas of Remembrance stir
        That send me reeling in --
        The moderate drinker of Delight
        Does not deserve the spring --
        Of juleps, part are the Jug
        And more are in the joy --
        Your connoisseur in Liquours
        Consults the Bumble Bee --

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      A Dying Tiger -- Moaned For Drink

        A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink --
        I hunted all the Sand --
        I caught the Dripping of a Rock
        And bore it in my Hand --

        His Mighty Balls -- in death were thick --
        But searching -- I could see
        A Vision on the Retina
        Of Water -- and of me --

        'Twas not my blame -- who sped too slow --
        'Twas not his blame -- who died
        While I was reaching him --
        But 'twas -- the fact that He was dead --

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      A Face Devoid Of Love Or Grace

        A face devoid of love or grace,
        A hateful, hard, successful face,
        A face with which a stone
        Would feel as thoroughly at ease
        As were they old acquaintances --
        First time together thrown.

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      A Faded Boy -- In Sallow Clothes

        A faded Boy -- in sallow Clothes
        Who drove a lonesome Cow
        To pastures of Oblivion --
        A statesman's Embryo --

        The Boys that whistled are extinct --
        The Cows that fed and thanked
        Remanded to a Ballad's Barn
        Or Clover's Retrospect --

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      A Feather From The Whippoorwill

        A feather from the Whippoorwill
        That everlasting -- sings!
        Whose galleries -- are Sunrise --
        Whose Opera -- the Springs --
        Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
        Of mellow -- murmuring thread --
        Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt
        In "Recess" -- Overhead!

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      A Field Of Stubble, Lying Sere

        A Field of Stubble, lying sere
        Beneath the second Sun --
        Its Toils to Brindled People thrust --
        Its Triumphs -- to the Bin --
        Accosted by a timid Bird
        Irresolute of Alms --
        Is often seen -- but seldom felt,
        On our New England Farms --

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      A First Mute Coming

        A first Mute Coming --
        In the Stranger's House --
        A first fair Going --
        When the Bells rejoice --

        A first Exchange -- of
        What hath mingled -- been --
        For Lot -- exhibited to
        Faith -- alone --

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      A Flower Will Not Trouble Her

        A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot,
        And yet if you compare the Lasts,
        Hers is the smallest Boot --

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      A Full Fed Rose On Meals Of Tint

        A full fed Rose on meals of Tint
        A Dinner for a Bee
        In process of the Noon became -
        Each bright Mortality
        The Forfeit is of Creature fair
        Itself, adored before
        Submitting for our unknown sake
        To be esteemed no more --

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      A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet

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

        Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!
        Sometime, upon a bough,
        From which he doth descend in plush
        Upon the Passer-by!

        All this in summer.
        But when winds alarm the Forest Folk,
        He taketh Damask Residence --
        And struts in sewing silk!

        Then, finer than a Lady,
        Emerges in the spring!
        A Feather on each shoulder!
        You'd scarce recognize him!

        By Men, yclept Caterpillar!
        By me! But who am I,
        To tell the pretty secret
        Of the Butterfly!

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      A Great Hope Fell

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

        The mind was built for mighty Freight
        For dread occasion planned
        How often foundering at Sea
        Ostensibly, on Land

        A not admitting of the wound
        Until it grew so wide
        That all my Life had entered it
        And there were troughs beside

        A closing of the simple lid
        That opened to the sun
        Until the tender Carpenter
        Perpetual nail it down --

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      A Happy Lip -- Breaks Sudden

        A happy lip -- breaks sudden --
        It doesn't state you how
        It contemplated -- smiling --
        Just consummated -- now --
        But this one, wears its merriment
        So patient -- like a pain --
        Fresh gilded -- to elude the eyes
        Unqualified, to scan --

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      A House Upon The Height

        A House upon the Height --
        That Wagon never reached --
        No Dead, were ever carried down --
        No Peddler's Cart -- approached --

        Whose Chimney never smoked --
        Whose Windows -- Night and Morn --
        Caught Sunrise first -- and Sunset -- last --
        Then -- held an Empty Pane --

        Whose fate -- Conjecture knew --
        No other neighbor -- did --
        And what it was -- we never lisped --
        Because He -- never told --

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      A Lady Red -- Amid The Hill

        A Lady red -- amid the Hill
        Her annual secret keeps!
        A Lady white, within the Field
        In placid Lily sleeps!

        The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms --
        Sweep vale -- and hill -- and tree!
        Prithee, My pretty Housewives!
        Who may expected be?

        The Neighbors do not yet suspect!
        The Woods exchange a smile!
        Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird --
        In such a little while!

        And yet, how still the Landscape stands!
        How nonchalant the Hedge!
        As if the "Resurrection"
        Were nothing very strange!

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      A Lane Of Yellow Led The Eye

        A lane of Yellow led the eye
        Unto a Purple Wood
        Whose soft inhabitants to be
        Surpasses solitude
        If Bird the silence contradict
        Or flower presume to show
        In that low summer of the West
        Impossible to know --

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      A Light Exists In Spring

        A Light exists in Spring
        Not present on the Year
        At any other period --
        When March is scarcely here

        A Color stands abroad
        On Solitary Fields
        That Science cannot overtake
        But Human Nature feels.

        It waits upon the Lawn,
        It shows the furthest Tree
        Upon the furthest Slope you know
        It almost speaks to you.

        Then as Horizons step
        Or Noons report away
        Without the Formula of sound
        It passes and we stay --

        A quality of loss
        Affecting our Content
        As Trade had suddenly encroached
        Upon a Sacrament.

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      A Little Bread -- A Crust -- A Crumb

        A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb --
        A little trust -- a demijohn --
        Can keep the soul alive --
        Not portly, mind! but breathing -- warm --
        Conscious -- as old Napoleon,
        The night before the Crown!

        A modest lot -- A fame petite --
        A brief Campaign of sting and sweet
        Is plenty! Is enough!
        A Sailor's business is the shore!
        A Soldier's -- balls! Who asketh more,
        Must seek the neighboring life!

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      A Little Dog That Wags His Tail

        A little Dog that wags his tail
        And knows no other joy
        Of such a little Dog am I
        Reminded by a Boy

        Who gambols all the living Day
        Without an earthly cause
        Because he is a little Boy
        I honestly suppose --

        The Cat that in the Corner dwells
        Her martial Day forgot
        The Mouse but a Tradition now
        Of her desireless Lot

        Another class remind me
        Who neither please nor play
        But not to make a "bit of noise"
        Beseech each little Boy --

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      A Little East Of Jordan

        A little East of Jordan,
        Evangelists record,
        A Gymnast and an Angel
        Did wrestle long and hard --

        Till morning touching mountain --
        And Jacob, waxing strong,
        The Angel begged permission
        To Breakfast -- to return --

        Not so, said cunning Jacob!
        "I will not let thee go
        Except thou bless me" -- Stranger!
        The which acceded to --

        Light swung the silver fleeces
        "Peniel" Hills beyond,
        And the bewildered Gymnast
        Found he had worsted God!

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      A Little Madness In The Spring

        A little Madness in the Spring
        Is wholesome even for the King,
        But God be with the Clown --
        Who ponders this tremendous scene --
        This whole Experiment of Green --
        As if it were his own!

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      A Little Overflowing Word

        A little overflowing word
        That any, hearing, had inferred
        For Ardor or for Tears,
        Though Generations pass away,
        Traditions ripen and decay,
        As eloquent appears --

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      A Little Road -- Not Made Of Man

        A little Road -- not made of Man --
        Enabled of the Eye --
        Accessible to Thill of Bee --
        Or Cart of Butterfly --

        If Town it have -- beyond itself --
        'Tis that -- I cannot say --
        I only know -- no Curricle that rumble there
        Bear Me --

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      A Little Snow Was Here And There

        A little Snow was here and there
        Disseminated in her Hair --
        Since she and I had met and played
        Decade had gathered to Decade --

        But Time had added not obtained
        Impregnable the Rose
        For summer too indelible
        Too obdurate for Snows --

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      A Long -- Long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep

        A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep --
        That makes no show for Morn --
        By Stretch of Limb -- or stir of Lid --
        An independent One --

        Was ever idleness like This?
        Upon a Bank of Stone
        To bask the Centuries away --
        Nor once look up -- for Noon?

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      A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I

        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

        A Mourner walked among the children
        I notwithstanding went about
        As one bemoaning a Dominion
        Itself the only Prince cast out --

        Elder, Today, a session wiser
        And fainter, too, as Wiseness is --
        I find myself still softly searching
        For my Delinguent Palaces --

        And a Suspicion, like a Finger
        Touches my Forehead now and then
        That I am looking oppositely
        For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven --

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      A Man May Make A Remark

        A Man may make a Remark --
        In itself -- a quiet thing
        That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark
        In dormant nature -- lain --

        Let us deport -- with skill --
        Let us discourse -- with care --
        Powder exists in Charcoal --
        Before it exists in Fire.

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      A Mien To Move A Queen

        A Mien to move a Queen --
        Half Child -- Half Heroine --
        An Orleans in the Eye
        That puts its manner by
        For humbler Company
        When none are near
        Even a Tear --
        Its frequent Visitor --

        A Bonnet like a Duke --
        And yet a Wren's Peruke
        Were not so shy
        Of Goer by --
        And Hands -- so slight --
        They would elate a Sprite
        With Merriment --

        A Voice that Alters -- Low
        And on the Ear can go
        Like Let of Snow --
        Or shift supreme --
        As tone of Realm
        On Subjects Diadem --

        Too small -- to fear --
        Too distant -- to endear --
        And so Men Compromise
        And just -- revere --

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      A Mine There Is No Man Would Own

        A Mine there is no Man would own
        But must it be conferred,
        Demeaning by exclusive wealth
        A Universe beside --

        Potosi never to be spent
        But hoarded in the mind
        What Misers wring their hands tonight
        For Indies in the Ground!

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      A Moth The Hue Of This

        A Moth the hue of this
        Haunts Candles in Brazil.
        Nature's Experience would make
        Our Reddest Second pale.

        Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
        Of Trinkets, as a Girl.

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      A Murmur In The Trees -- To Note

        A Murmur in the Trees -- to note --
        Not loud enough -- for Wind --
        A Star -- not far enough to seek --
        Nor near enough -- to find --

        A long -- long Yellow -- on the Lawn --
        A Hubbub -- as of feet --
        Not audible -- as Ours -- to Us --
        But dapperer -- More Sweet --

        A Hurrying Home of little Men
        To Houses unperceived --
        All this -- and more -- if I should tell --
        Would never be believed --

        Of Robins in the Trundle bed
        How many I espy
        Whose Nightgowns could not hide the Wings --
        Although I heard them try --

        But then I promised ne'er to tell --
        How could I break My Word?
        So go your Way -- and I'll go Mine --
        No fear you'll miss the Road.

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      A Narrow Fellow In The Grass

        A narrow Fellow in the Grass
        Occasionally rides --
        You may have met Him -- did you not
        His notice sudden is --

        The Grass divides as with a Comb --
        A spotted shaft is seen --
        And then it closes at your feet
        And opens further on --

        He likes a Boggy Acre
        A Floor too cool for Corn --
        Yet when a Boy, and Barefoot --
        I more than once at Noon
        Have passed, I thought, a Whip lash
        Unbraiding in the Sun
        When stooping to secure it
        It wrinkled, and was gone --

        Several of Nature's People
        I know, and they know me --
        I feel for them a transport
        Of cordiality --

        But never met this Fellow
        Attended, or alone
        Without a tighter breathing
        And Zero at the Bone --

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      A Nearness To Tremendousness

        A nearness to Tremendousness --
        An Agony procures --
        Affliction ranges Boundlessness --
        Vicinity to Laws

        Contentment's quiet Suburb --
        Affliction cannot stay
        In Acres -- Its Location
        Is Illocality --

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      A Night -- There Lay The Days Between

        A Night -- there lay the Days between --
        The Day that was Before --
        And Day that was Behind -- were one --
        And now -- 'twas Night -- was here --

        Slow -- Night -- that must be watched away --
        As Grains upon a shore --
        Too imperceptible to note --
        Till it be night -- no more --

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      A Pang Is More Conspicuous In Spring

        A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
        In contrast with the things that sing
        Not Birds entirely -- but Minds --
        Minute Effulgencies and Winds --
        When what they sung for is undone
        Who cares about a Blue Bird's Tune --
        Why, Resurrection had to wait
        Till they had moved a Stone --

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      A Pit -- But Heaven Over It

        A Pit -- but Heaven over it --
        And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,
        And yet a Pit --
        With Heaven over it.

        To stir would be to slip --
        To look would be to drop --
        To dream -- to sap the Prop
        That holds my chances up.
        Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it!

        The depth is all my thought --
        I dare not ask my feet --
        'Twould start us where we sit
        So straight you'd scarce suspect
        It was a Pit -- with fathoms under it --
        Its Circuit just the same.
        Seed -- summer -- tomb --
        Whose Doom to whom?

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      A Planted Life -- Diversified

        A Planted Life -- diversified
        With Gold and Silver Pain
        To prove the presence of the Ore
        In Particles -- 'tis when

        A Value struggle -- it exist --
        A Power -- will proclaim
        Although Annihilation pile
        Whole Chaoses on Him --

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      A Poor -- Torn Heart -- A Tattered Heart

        A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart --
        That sat it down to rest --
        Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day
        Flowed silver to the West --
        Nor noticed Night did soft descend --
        Nor Constellation burn --
        Intent upon the vision
        Of latitudes unknown.

        The angels -- happening that way
        This dusty heart espied --
        Tenderly took it up from toil
        And carried it to God --
        There -- sandals for the Barefoot --
        There -- gathered from the gales --
        Do the blue havens by the hand
        Lead the wandering Sails.

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      A Precious -- Mouldering Pleasure -- 'Tis

        A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis --
        To meet an Antique Book --
        In just the Dress his Century wore --
        A privilege -- I think --

        His venerable Hand to take --
        And warming in our own --
        A passage back -- or two -- to make --
        To Times when he -- was young --

        His quaint opinions -- to inspect --
        His thought to ascertain
        On Themes concern our mutual mind --
        The Literature of Man --

        What interested Scholars -- most --
        What Competitions ran --
        When Plato -- was a Certainty --
        And Sophocles -- a Man --

        When Sappho -- was a living Girl --
        And Beatrice wore
        The Gown that Dante -- deified --
        Facts Centuries before

        He traverses -- familiar --
        As One should come to Town --
        And tell you all your Dreams -- were true --
        He lived -- where Dreams were born --

        His presence is Enchantment --
        You beg him not to go --
        Old Volume shake their Vellum Heads
        And tantalize -- just so --

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      A Prison Gets To Be A Friend

        A Prison gets to be a friend --
        Between its Ponderous face
        And Ours -- a Kinsmanship express --
        And in its narrow Eyes --

        We come to look with gratitude
        For the appointed Beam
        It deal us -- stated as our food --
        And hungered for -- the same --

        We learn to know the Planks --
        That answer to Our feet --
        So miserable a sound -- at first --
        Nor ever now -- so sweet --

        As plashing in the Pools --
        When Memory was a Boy --
        But a Demurer Circuit --
        A Geometric Joy --

        The Posture of the Key
        That interrupt the Day
        To Our Endeavor -- Not so real
        The Check of Liberty --

        As this Phantasm Steel --
        Whose features -- Day and Night --
        Are present to us -- as Our Own --
        And as escapeless -- quite --

        The narrow Round -- the Stint --
        The slow exchange of Hope --
        For something passiver -- Content
        Too steep for lookinp up --

        The Liberty we knew
        Avoided -- like a Dream --
        Too wide for any Night but Heaven --
        If That -- indeed -- redeem --

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      A Prompt -- Executive Bird Is The Jay

        A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay --
        Bold as a Bailiff's Hymn --
        Brittle and Brief in quality --
        Warrant in every line --

        Sitting a Bough like a Brigadier
        Confident and straight --
        Much is the mien of him in March
        As a Magistrate --

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      A Rat Surrendered Here

        A Rat surrendered here
        A brief career of Cheer
        And Fraud and Fear.

        Of Ignominy's due
        Let all addicted to
        Beware.

        The most obliging Trap
        Its tendency to snap
        Cannot resist --

        Temptation is the Friend
        Repugnantly resigned
        At last.

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      A Route Of Evanescence

        A Route of Evanescence
        With a revolving Wheel --
        A Resonance of Emerald --
        A Rush of Cochineal --
        And every Blossom on the Bush
        Adjusts its tumbled Head --
        The mail from Tunis, probably,
        An easy Morning's Ride --

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      A Saucer Holds A Cup

        A Saucer holds a Cup
        In sordid human Life
        But in a Squirrel's estimate
        A Saucer hold a Loaf.

        A Table of a Tree
        Demands the little King
        And every Breeze that run along
        His Dining Room do swing.

        His Cutlery -- he keeps
        Within his Russer Lips --
        To see it flashing when he dines
        Do Birmingham eclipse --

        Convicted -- could we be
        Of our Minutiae
        The smallest Citizen that flies
        Is heartier than we --

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      A Science -- So The Savants Say

        A science -- so the Savants say,
        "Comparative Anatomy" --
        By which a single bone --
        Is made a secret to unfold
        Of some rare tenant of the mold,
        Else perished in the stone --

        So to the eye prospective led,
        This meekest flower of the mead
        Upon a winter's day,
        Stands representative in gold
        Of Rose and Lily, manifold,
        And countless Butterfly!

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      A Secret Told

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

        Better of it -- continual be afraid --
        Than it --
        And Whom you told it to -- beside --

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      A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn

        A sepal, petal, and a thorn
        Upon a common summer's morn --
        A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two --
        A Breeze -- a caper in the trees --
        And I'm a Rose!

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      A Shade Upon The Mind There Passes

        A Shade upon the mind there passes
        As when on Noon
        A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
        Remembering

        That some there be too numb to notice
        Oh God
        Why give if Thou must take away
        The Loved?

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      A Shady Friend -- For Torrid Days

        A shady friend -- for Torrid days --
        Is easier to find --
        Than one of higher temperature
        For Frigid -- hour of Mind --

        The Vane a little to the East --
        Scares Muslin souls -- away --
        If Broadcloth Hearts are firmer --
        Than those of Organdy --

        Who is to blame? The Weaver?
        Ah, the bewildering thread!
        The Tapestries of Paradise
        So notelessly -- are made!

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      A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions

        A Sickness of this World it most occasions
        When Best Men die.
        A Wishfulness their far Condition
        To occupy.

        A Chief indifference, as Foreign
        A World must be
        Themselves forsake -- contented,
        For Deity.

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      A Single Clover Plank

        A single Clover Plank
        Was all that saved a Bee
        A Bee I personally knew
        From sinking in the sky --

        'Twixt Firmament above
        And Firmament below
        The Billows of Circumference
        Were sweeping him away --

        The idly swaying Plank
        Responsible to nought
        A sudden Freight of Wind assumed
        And Bumble Bee was not --

        This harrowing event
        Transpiring in the Grass
        Did not so much as wring from him
        A wandering "Alas" --

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      A Single Screw Of Flesh

        A single Screw of Flesh
        Is all that pins the Soul
        That stands for Deity, to Mine,
        Upon my side the Veil --

        Once witnessed of the Gauze --
        Its name is put away
        As far from mine, as if no plight
        Had printed yesterday,

        In tender -- solemn Alphabet,
        My eyes just turned to see,
        When it was smuggled by my sight
        Into Eternity --

        More Hands -- to hold -- These are but Two --
        One more new-mailed Nerve
        Just granted, for the Peril's sake --
        Some striding -- Giant -- Love --

        So greater than the Gods can show,
        They slink before the Clay,
        That not for all their Heaven can boast
        Will let its Keepsake -- go

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      A Slash Of Blue

        A slash of Blue --
        A sweep of Gray --
        Some scarlet patches on the way,
        Compose an Evening Sky --
        A little purple -- slipped between --
        Some Ruby Trousers hurried on --
        A Wave of Gold --
        A Bank of Day --
        This just makes out the Morning Sky.

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      A Sloop Of Amber Slips Away

        A Sloop of Amber slips away
        Upon an Ether Sea,
        And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar,
        The Son of Ecstasy --

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      A Soft Sea Washed Around The House

        A soft Sea washed around the House
        A Sea of Summer Air
        And rose and fell the magic Planks
        That sailed without a care --
        For Captain was the Butterfly
        For Helmsman was the Bee
        And an entire universe
        For the delighted crew.

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      A Solemn Thing -- It Was -- I Said

        A solemn thing -- it was -- I said --
        A woman -- white -- to be --
        And wear -- if God should count me fit --
        Her blameless mystery --

        A hallowed thing -- to drop a life
        Into the purple well --
        Too plummetless -- that it return --
        Eternity -- until --

        I pondered how the bliss would look --
        And would it feel as big --
        When I could take it in my hand --
        As hovering -- seen -- through fog --

        And then -- the size of this "small" life --
        The Sages -- call it small --
        Swelled -- like Horizons -- in my vest --
        And I sneered -- softly -- "small"!

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      A Solemn Thing Within The Soul

        A Solemn thing within the Soul
        To feel itself get ripe --
        And golden hang -- while farther up --
        The Maker's Ladders stop --
        And in the Orchard far below --
        You hear a Being -- drop --

        A Wonderful -- to feel the Sun
        Still toiling at the Cheek
        You thought was finished --
        Cool of eye, and critical of Work --
        He shifts the stem -- a little --
        To give your Core -- a look --

        But solemnest -- to know
        Your chance in Harvest moves
        A little nearer -- Every Sun
        The Single -- to some lives.

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      A Something In A Summer's Day

        A something in a summer's Day
        As slow her flambeaux burn away
        Which solemnizes me.

        A something in a summer's noon --
        A depth -- an Azure -- a perfume --
        Transcending ecstasy.

        And still within a summer's night
        A something so transporting bright
        I clap my hands to see --

        Then veil my too inspecting face
        Lets such a subtle -- shimmering grace
        Flutter too far for me --

        The wizard fingers never rest --
        The purple brook within the breast
        Still chafes it narrow bed --

        Still rears the East her amber Flag --
        Guides still the sun along the Crag
        His Caravan of Red --

        So looking on -- the night -- the morn
        Conclude the wonder gay --
        And I meet, coming thro' the dews
        Another summer's Day!

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      A South Wind -- Has A Pathos

        A South Wind -- has a pathos
        Of individual Voice --
        As One detect on Landings
        An Emigrant's address.

        A Hint of Ports and Peoples --
        And much not understood --
        The fairer -- for the farness --
        And for the foreignhood.

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      A Sparrow Took A Slice Of Twig

        A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig
        And thought it very nice
        I think, because his empty Plate
        Was handed Nature twice --

        Invigorated, waded
        In all the deepest Sky
        Until his little Figure
        Was forfeited away --

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      A Spider Sewed At Night

        A Spider sewed at Night
        Without a Light
        Upon an Arc of White.

        If Ruff it was of Dame
        Or Shroud of Gnome
        Himself himself inform.

        Of Immortality
        His Strategy
        Was Physiognomy.

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      A Stagnant Pleasure Like A Pool

        A stagnant pleasure like a Pool
        That lets its Rushes grow
        Until they heedless tumble in
        And make the Water slow

        Impeding navigation bright
        Of Shadows going down
        Yet even this shall rouse itself
        When freshets come along.

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      A Still -- Volcano -- Life

        A still -- Volcano -- Life --
        That flickered in the night --
        When it was dark enough to do
        Without erasing sight --

        A quiet -- Earthquake Style --
        Too subtle to suspect
        By natures this side Naples --
        The North cannot detect

        The Solemn -- Torrid -- Symbol --
        The lips that never lie --
        Whose hissing Corals part -- and shut --
        And Cities -- ooze away --

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      A Thought Went Up My Mind Today

        A Thought went up my mind today --
        That I have had before --
        But did not finish -- some way back --
        I could not fix the Year --

        Nor where it went -- nor why it came
        The second time to me --
        Nor definitely, what it was --
        Have I the Art to say --

        But somewhere -- in my Soul -- I know --
        I've met the Thing before --
        It just reminded me -- 'twas all --
        And came my way no more --

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      A Throe Upon The Features

        A throe upon the features --
        A hurry in the breath --
        An ecstasy of parting
        Denominated "Death" --

        An anguish at the mention
        Which when to patience grown,
        I've known permission given
        To rejoin its own.

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      A Toad, Can Die Of Light

        A Toad, can die of Light --
        Death is the Common Right
        Of Toads and Men --
        Of Earl and Midge
        The privilege --
        Why swagger, then?
        The Gnat's supremacy is large as Thine --

        Life -- is a different Thing --
        So measure Wine --
        Naked of Flask -- Naked of Cask --
        Bare Rhine --
        Which Ruby's mine?

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      A Tongue -- To Tell Him I Am True

        A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true!
        Its fee -- to be of Gold --
        Had Nature -- in Her monstrous House
        A single Ragged Child --

        To earn a Mine -- would run
        That Interdicted Way,
        And tell Him -- Charge thee speak it plain --
        That so far -- Truth is True?

        And answer What I do --
        Beginning with the Day
        That Night -- begun --
        Nay -- Midnight -- 'twas --
        Since Midnight -- happened -- say --

        If once more -- Pardon -- Boy --
        The Magnitude thou may
        Enlarge my Message -- If too vast
        Another Lad -- help thee --

        Thy Pay -- in Diamonds -- be --
        And His -- in solid Gold --
        Say Rubies -- if He hesitate --
        My Message -- must be told --

        Say -- last I said -- was This --
        That when the Hills -- come down --
        And hold no higher than the Plain --
        My Bond -- have just begun --

        And when the Heavens -- disband --
        And Deity conclude --
        Then -- look for me. Be sure you say --
        Least Figure -- on the Road --

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      A Tooth Upon Our Peace

        A Tooth upon Our Peace
        The Peace cannot deface --
        Then Wherefore be the Tooth?
        To vitalize the Grace --

        The Heaven hath a Hell --
        Itself to signalize --
        And every sign before the Place
        Is Gilt with Sacrifice --

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      A Train Went Through A Burial Gate

        A train went through a burial gate,
        A bird broke forth and sang,
        And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
        Till all the churchyard rang;

        And then adjusted his little notes,
        And bowed and sang again.
        Doubtless, he thought it meet of him
        To say good-by to men.

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