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We send the Wave to find the Wave --

© Emily Dickinson

We send the Wave to find the Wave --
An Errand so divine,
The Messenger enamored too,
Forgetting to return,

We see -- Comparatively --

© Emily Dickinson

We see -- Comparatively --
The Thing so towering high
We could not grasp its segment
Unaided -- Yesterday --

We pray -- to Heaven

© Emily Dickinson

We pray -- to Heaven --
We prate -- of Heaven --
Relate -- when Neighbors die --
At what o'clock to heaven -- they fled --
Who saw them -- Wherefore fly?

We play at Paste

© Emily Dickinson

We play at Paste --
Till qualified, for Pearl --
Then, drop the Paste --
And deem ourself a fool --

We never know we go when we are going --

© Emily Dickinson

We never know we go when we are going --
We jest and shut the Door --
Fate -- following -- behind us bolts it --
And we accost no more --

We miss Her, not because We see --

© Emily Dickinson

We miss Her, not because We see --
The Absence of an Eye --
Except its Mind accompany
Abridge Society

We miss a Kinsman more

© Emily Dickinson

We miss a Kinsman more
When warranted to see
Than when withheld of Oceans
From possibility

We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints

© Emily Dickinson

We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints
Sent various -- scattered ways --
We parted as the Central Flint
Were cloven with an Adze --

We like March.

© Emily Dickinson

News is he of all the others --
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds exercising
On his British Sky.

We like a Hairbreadth 'scape

© Emily Dickinson

We like a Hairbreadth 'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or Accident
Like paragraphs of Wind

We learned the Whole of Love --

© Emily Dickinson

We learned the Whole of Love --
The Alphabet -- the Words --
A Chapter -- then the mighty Book --
Then -- Revelation closed --

We learn it in Retreating

© Emily Dickinson

We learn it in Retreating
How vast an one
Was recently among us --
A Perished Sun

We knew not that we were to live --

© Emily Dickinson

We knew not that we were to live --
Nor when -- we are to die --
Our ignorance -- our cuirass is --
We wear Mortality

We introduce ourselves

© Emily Dickinson

We introduce ourselves
To Planets and to Flowers
But with ourselves
Have etiquettes
Embarrassments
And awes

We do not play on Graves

We do not play on Graves --
Because there isn't Room --
Besides -- it isn't even -- it slants
And People come --

We do not know the time we lose --

We do not know the time we lose --
The awful moment is
And takes its fundamental place
Among the certainties --

We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face

And blame the scanty love
We were Content to show --
Augmented -- Sweet -- a Hundred fold --
If Thou would'st take it -- now --

We can but follow to the Sun --

We can but follow to the Sun --
As oft as He go down
He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind --
'Tis mostly -- following --

We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing

We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing --
'Tisn't all Hock -- with us --
Life has its Ale --
But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy --
We chant -- for cheer -- when the Wines -- fail --

Water makes many Beds

Water makes many Beds
For those averse to sleep --
Its awful chamber open stands --
Its Curtains blandly sweep --