Poems by Emily Dickinson
He is alive, this morning --
... Him -- to regale -- Me -- Only -- ...
He lived the Life of Ambush
... The whole of Immortality intrenched ...
He outstripped Time with but a Bout,
... He outstripped Time with but a Bout, ...
He parts Himself -- like Leaves --
... What come of Him -- That Day --The Frost -- possess the World -- ...
He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow --
... The Truth never flaunted a Sign --Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presence ...
He scanned it -- staggered --
... His Mind were going blind --Groped up, to see if God was there -- ...
He strained my faith
... Not a nerve failed!Wrung me -- with Anguish -- ...
He told a homely tale
... The Redbreast of the Barn --If Mother -- in the Grave -- ...
He touched me, so I live to know
... To tenderer Renown --Into this Port, if I might come, ...
He was my host -- he was my guest,
... He was my host -- he was my guest, ...
He was weak, and I was strong -- then
... He was weak, and I was strong -- then -- ...
He went by sleep that drowsy route
... He went by sleep that drowsy route ...
Her final Summer was it --
... It made the hurry plain --We wondered at our blindness ...
Her Grace is all she has --
... One Art to recognize, must be, ...
Her little Parasol to lift
... Present me from sepulchral Crease ...
