Were it but Me that gained the Height — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Were it but Me that gained the Height -- Were it but They, that failed! How many things the Dying ...
Were it but Me that gained the Height -- Were it but They, that failed! How many things the Dying ...
Were it to be the last How infinite would be What we did not suspect was marked -- Our final ...
Were natural mortal lady Who had so little time To pack her trunk and order The great exchange of clime ...
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention ...
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- What care the Dead for Day? 'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face ...
We shun it ere it comes, Afraid of Joy, Then sue it to delay And lest it fly, Beguile it ...
We talked with each other about each other Though neither of us spoke -- We were listening to the seconds' ...
We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act -- And later -- when we die -- A little Water supplicate ...
We wear our sober Dresses when we die, But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday Adjourns her sigh -- (Emily ...
We'll pass without the parting So to spare Certificate of Absence -- Deeming where I left Her I could find ...
We pray -- to Heaven -- We prate -- of Heaven -- Relate -- when Neighbors die -- At what ...
We see -- Comparatively -- The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided -- Yesterday -- ...
We send the Wave to find the Wave -- An Errand so divine, The Messenger enamored too, Forgetting to return, ...
We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow. Of that, there is no doubt. But the Arc of a Lover's ...
We shun because we prize her Face Lest sight's ineffable disgrace Our Adoration stain (Emily Dickinson)
We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints Sent various -- scattered ways -- We parted as the Central Flint Were ...
We miss a Kinsman more When warranted to see Than when withheld of Oceans From possibility A Furlong than a ...
We miss Her, not because We see -- The Absence of an Eye -- Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society ...
We never know we go when we are going -- We jest and shut the Door -- Fate -- following ...
We play at Paste -- Till qualified, for Pearl -- Then, drop the Paste -- And deem ourself a fool ...
We learn it in Retreating How vast an one Was recently among us -- A Perished Sun Endear in the ...
We learned the Whole of Love -- The Alphabet -- the Words -- A Chapter -- then the mighty Book ...
We like a Hairbreadth 'scape It tingles in the Mind Far after Act or Accident Like paragraphs of Wind If ...
We like March. His Shoes are Purple -- He is new and high -- Makes he Mud for Dog and ...
We can but follow to the Sun -- As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind ...
We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face -- Not that We tire of Thee -- But that Thyself fatigue of Us ...
We do not know the time we lose -- The awful moment is And takes its fundamental place Among the ...
We do not play on Graves -- Because there isn't Room -- Besides -- it isn't even -- it slants ...
We introduce ourselves To Planets and to Flowers But with ourselves Have etiquettes Embarrassments And awes (Emily Dickinson)
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep -- Its awful chamber open stands -- Its Curtains blandly sweep ...
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