Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
652A Prison gets to be a friend -Between its Ponderous faceAnd Ours - a Kinsmanship express -And in its narrow ...
It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down.It was not night, for all the bellsPut ...
128Bring me the sunset in a cup,Reckon the morning's flagons upAnd say how many Dew,Tell me how far the morning ...
146On such a night, or such a night,Would anybody careIf such a little figureSlipped quiet from its chair-So quiet-Oh how ...
A something in a summer's DayAs slow her flambeaux burn awayWhich solemnizes me.A something in a summer's noon -A depth ...
The Grass so little has to do -A Sphere of simple Green - With only Butterflies to broodAnd Bees to ...
The day came slow, till five o'clockThen sprang before the hillsLike hindered rubies, or the lightA sudden musket spillsThe purple ...
604Unto my Books-so good to turn-Far ends of tired Days-It half endears the Abstinence-And Pain-is missed-in Praise-As Flavors-cheer Retarded GuestsWith ...
586We talked as Girls do -Fond, and late -We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave -Of ours, none ...
461A Wife - at daybreak I shall be -Sunrise - Hast thou a Flag for me?At Midnight, I am but ...
'Tis Sunrise - Little Maid - Hast ThouNo Station in the Day?'Twas not thy wont, to hinder so -Retrieve thine ...
159A little bread - a crust - a crumb -A little trust - a demijohn -Can keep the soul alive ...
710The Sunrise runs for Both-The East-Her Purple TrothKeeps with the Hill-The Noon unwinds Her BlueTill One Breadth cover Two-Remotest-still-Nor does ...
It struck me-every Day-The Lightning was as newAs if the Cloud that instant slitAnd let the Fire through-It burned Me-in ...
601A still - Volcano - Life -That flickered in the night -When it was dark enough to doWithout erasing sight ...
I died for Beauty - but was scarceAdjusted in the TombWhen One who died for Truth, was lainIn an adjoining ...
471A Night - there lay the Days between -The Day that was Before -And Day that was Behind - were ...
120If this is "fading"Oh let me immediately "fade"!If this is "dying"Bury me, in such a shroud of red!If this is ...
224I've nothing else-to bring, You know-So I keep bringing These-Just as the Night keeps fetching StarsTo our familiar eyes-Maybe, we ...
638To my small Hearth His fire came-And all my House aglowDid fan and rock, with sudden light-'Twas Sunrise-'twas the Sky-Impanelled ...
Not all die early, dying young-Maturity of FateIs consummated equallyIn Ages, or a Night-A Hoary Boy, I've known to dropWhole ...
114Good night, because we must,How intricate the dust!I would go, to know!Oh incognito!Saucy, Saucy SeraphTo elude me so!Father! they won't ...
You know that Portrait in the Moon -- So tell me who 'tis like -- The very Brow -- the ...
When Night is almost done -- And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces -- It's time ...
Unto my Books -- so good to turn -- Far ends of tired Days -- It half endears the Abstinence ...
Unfulfilled to Observation -- Incomplete -- to Eye -- But to Faith -- a Revolution In Locality -- Unto Us ...
Too few the mornings be, Too scant the nights. No lodging can be had For the delights That come to ...
To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, What must the Midnights -- be! (Emily Dickinson)
To my small Hearth His fire came -- And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden light ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories