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What Twigs We held by --
© Emily Dickinson
What Twigs We held by --
Oh the View
When Life's swift River striven through
We pause before a further plunge
To take Momentum --
As the Fringe
What shall I do when the Summer troubles --
© Emily Dickinson
What shall I do when the Summer troubles --
What, when the Rose is ripe --
What when the Eggs fly off in Music
From the Maple Keep?
What shall I do -- it whimpers so
© Emily Dickinson
What shall I do -- it whimpers so --
This little Hound within the Heart
All day and night with bark and start --
And yet, it will not go --
What mystery pervades a well!
© Emily Dickinson
What mystery pervades a well!
That water lives so far --
A neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar
What if I say I shall not wait!
© Emily Dickinson
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate --
And pass escaped -- to thee!
What I see not, I better see --
© Emily Dickinson
What I see not, I better see --
Through Faith -- my Hazel Eye
Has periods of shutting --
But, No lid has Memory --
What I can do -- I will
© Emily Dickinson
What I can do -- I will --
Though it be little as a Daffodil --
That I cannot -- must be
Unknown to possibility --
What did They do since I saw Them?
© Emily Dickinson
What did They do since I saw Them?
Were They industrious?
So many questions to put Them
Have I the eagerness
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer --
© Emily Dickinson
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer --
What care the Dead for Day?
'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face --
And Purple Ribaldry -- of Morning
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee
© Emily Dickinson
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee
How long a Day I could endure
Though thine attention stop not on me
Nor the least signal, Me assure --
Were natural mortal lady
© Emily Dickinson
Were natural mortal lady
Who had so little time
To pack her trunk and order
The great exchange of clime --
Were it to be the last
© Emily Dickinson
Were it to be the last
How infinite would be
What we did not suspect was marked --
Our final interview.
Were it but Me that gained the Height --
© Emily Dickinson
Were it but Me that gained the Height --
Were it but They, that failed!
How many things the Dying play
Might they but live, they would!
We'll pass without the parting
© Emily Dickinson
We'll pass without the parting
So to spare
Certificate of Absence --
Deeming where
We wear our sober Dresses when we die,
© Emily Dickinson
We wear our sober Dresses when we die,
But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday
Adjourns her sigh --
We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act --
© Emily Dickinson
We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act --
And later -- when we die --
A little Water supplicate --
Of fingers going by --
We talked with each other about each other
© Emily Dickinson
We talked with each other about each other
Though neither of us spoke --
We were listening to the seconds' Races
And the Hoofs of the Clock --
We shun it ere it comes,
© Emily Dickinson
We shun it ere it comes,
Afraid of Joy,
Then sue it to delay
And lest it fly,
We shun because we prize her Face
© Emily Dickinson
We shun because we prize her Face
Lest sight's ineffable disgrace
Our Adoration stain
We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow.
© Emily Dickinson
We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow.
Of that, there is no doubt.
But the Arc of a Lover's conjecture
Eludes the finding out.
