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They put Us far apart

© Emily Dickinson

They put Us far apart --
As separate as Sea
And Her unsown Peninsula --
We signified "These see" --

They leave us with the Infinite.

© Emily Dickinson

They leave us with the Infinite.
But He -- is not a man --
His fingers are the size of fists --
His fists, the size of men --

They have a little Odor -- that to me

© Emily Dickinson

They have a little Odor -- that to me
Is metre -- nay -- 'tis melody --
And spiciest at fading -- indicate --
A Habit -- of a Laureate --

They called me to the Window, for

© Emily Dickinson

They called me to the Window, for
" 'Twas Sunset" -- Some one said --
I only saw a Sapphire Farm --
And just a Single Herd --

They ask but our Delight --

© Emily Dickinson

They ask but our Delight --
The Darlings of the Soil
And grant us all their Countenance
For a penurious smile.

These tested Our Horizon --

© Emily Dickinson

These tested Our Horizon --
Then disappeared
As Birds before achieving
A Latitude.

These Strangers, in a foreign World,

© Emily Dickinson

These Strangers, in a foreign World,
Protection asked of me --
Befriend them, lest Yourself in Heaven
Be found a Refugee --

These held their Wick above the West --

© Emily Dickinson

These held their Wick above the West --
Till when the Red declined --
Or how the Amber aided it --
Defied to be defined --

These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest

© Emily Dickinson

These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest
Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl --
And shade is all that devastates the stillness
Seems it sometimes this would be all --

These are the Signs to Nature's Inns --

© Emily Dickinson

These are the Signs to Nature's Inns --
Her invitation broad
To Whosoever famishing
To taste her mystic Bread --

These are the Nights that Beetles love --

© Emily Dickinson

These are the Nights that Beetles love --
From Eminence remote
Drives ponderous perpendicular
His figure intimate

These are the days that Reindeer love

© Emily Dickinson

These are the days that Reindeer love
And pranks the Northern star --
This is the Sun's objective,
And Finland of the Year.

These -- saw Visions --

© Emily Dickinson

These -- saw Visions --
Latch them softly --
These -- held Dimples --
Smooth them slow --
This -- addressed departing accents --
Quick -- Sweet Mouth -- to miss thee so --

There's the Battle of Burgoyne --

There's the Battle of Burgoyne --
Over, every Day,
By the Time that Man and Beast
Put their work away

There is strength in proving that it can be borne

There is strength in proving that it can be borne
Although it tear --
What are the sinews of such cordage for
Except to bear
The ship might be of satin had it not to fight --
To walk on seas requires cedar Feet

There is another Loneliness

There is another Loneliness
That many die without --
Not want of friend occasions it
Or circumstances of Lot

There is an arid Pleasure --

There is an arid Pleasure --
As different from Joy --
As Frost is different from Dew --
Like element -- are they --

There is a Zone whose even Years

There is a Zone whose even Years
No Solstice interrupt --
Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon
Whose perfect Seasons wait --

There is a Shame of Nobleness --

There is a Shame of Nobleness --
Confronting Sudden Pelf --
A finer Shame of Ecstasy --
Convicted of Itself --

There is a pain -- so utter --

There is a pain -- so utter --
It swallows substance up --
Then covers the Abyss with Trance --
So Memory can step