Emily Dickinson
By:
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I cannot buy it – ̓tis not sold –
There is no other in the World –
Mine was the only one
I was so happy I forgot
To shut the Door And it went out
And I am all alone –
If I could find it Anywhere
I would not mind the journey there
Though it took all my store
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Touch lightly Nature’s sweet Guitar
Unless thou know ̓st the Tune
Or every Bird will point at thee
Because a Bard too soon –
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It was a quiet seeming Day –
There was no harm in earth or sky –
Till with the closing sun
There strayed an accidental Red
A Strolling Hue, one would have said
To westward of the Town –
1491
The Road to Paradise is plain,
And hold scarce one.
Not that it is not firm
But we presume
A Dimpled Road
Is more preferred.
The Belles of Paradise are few –
Not me – nor you –
But unsuspected things –
Mines have no Wings.
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There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum,
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
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MY wheel is in the dark!
I cannot see a spoke
Yet know its dripping feet
Go round and round.
My foot is on the Tide!
An unfrequented road –
Yet have all roads
A clearing at the end –
Some have resigned the Loom –
Some in the busy tomb
Find quaint employ –
Some with new – stately feet –
Pass royal through the gate –
Flinging the problem back
At you and I!
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If I should die,
And you should live –
And time should gurgle on –
And morn should beam –
And noon should burn –
As it has usual done –
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go –
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
̓Tis sweet to know that...