Poems by Emily Dickinson
There is a pain -- so utter --
... Then covers the Abyss with Trance -- ...
There is a Shame of Nobleness --
... Convicted of Itself --A best Disgrace -- a Brave Man feels -- ...
There is a Zone whose even Years
... Whose perfect Seasons wait --Whose Summer set in Summer, till ...
There is an arid Pleasure --
... Like element -- are they --Yet one -- rejoices Flowers -- ...
There is another Loneliness
... Or circumstances of LotBut nature, sometimes, sometimes thought ...
There is strength in proving that it can be borne
... Except to bear The ship might be of satin had it not to fight -- ...
There's the Battle of Burgoyne --
... There's the Battle of Burgoyne -- ...
These -- saw Visions --
... Not so arrogant -- this Noon --These -- adjust -- that ran to meet us -- ...
These are the days that Reindeer love
... These are the days that Reindeer love ...
These are the Nights that Beetles love --
... These are the Nights that Beetles love -- ...
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns --
... To taste her mystic Bread --These are the rites of Nature's House -- ...
These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest
... These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest ...
These held their Wick above the West --
... Defied to be defined --Then waned without disparagement ...
These Strangers, in a foreign World,
... Befriend them, lest Yourself in Heaven ...
These tested Our Horizon --
... A Latitude.Our Retrospection of Them ...
