Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead Came the Darker Way -- Carriages -- Be Sure -- and Guests -- ...
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead Came the Darker Way -- Carriages -- Be Sure -- and Guests -- ...
He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears -- Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of ...
Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried -- And possibly a Church -- That were ...
He fought like those Who've nought to lose -- Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life ...
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life -- Poured thee, ...
Delayed till she had ceased to know -- Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay -- ...
Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of ...
Answer July -- Where is the Bee -- Where is the Blush -- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July ...
A Mien to move a Queen -- Half Child -- Half Heroine -- An Orleans in the Eye That puts ...
A Clock stopped -- Not the Mantel's -- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing -- That just now ...
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean. A Travelling Flake of Snow Across a Barn or through a ...
Distrustful of the Gentian -- And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy -- Weary ...
All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May -- It rises train by train -- Then sleeps ...
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair -- Since she and I had met and played ...
The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go -- The Crocus -- til she rises The Vassal of ...
Dying! Dying in the night! Won't somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the ...
To fight aloud, is very brave -- But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe ...
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here. Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird's nest, And sow ...
Before the ice is in the pools -- Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by ...
The only Ghost I ever saw Was dressed in Mechlin -- so -- He wore no sandal on his foot ...
Water, is taught by thirst. Land -- by the Oceans passed. Transport -- by throe -- Peace -- by its ...
Snow flakes. I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To ...
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- The stiff Heart questions was ...
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