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The Savior must have been
© Emily Dickinson
The Savior must have been
A docile Gentleman --
To come so far so cold a Day
For little Fellowmen --
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
© Emily Dickinson
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune --
Because I grow -- where Robins do --
But, were I Cuckoo born --
I'd swear by him --
The Robin is the One
© Emily Dickinson
The Robin is the One
That interrupt the Morn
With hurried -- few -- express Reports
When March is scarcely on --
The Robin is a Gabriel
© Emily Dickinson
The Robin is a Gabriel
In humble circumstances --
His Dress denotes him socially,
Of Transport's Working Classes --
The Robin for the Crumb
© Emily Dickinson
The Robin for the Crumb
Returns no syllable
But long records the Lady's name
In Silver Chronicle.
The Road was lit with Moon and star --
© Emily Dickinson
The Road was lit with Moon and star --
The Trees were bright and still --
Descried I -- by the distant Light
A Traveller on a Hill --
The right to perish might be thought
© Emily Dickinson
The right to perish might be thought
An undisputed right --
Attempt it, and the Universe
Upon the opposite
The Riddle we can guess
© Emily Dickinson
The Riddle we can guess
We speedily despise --
Not anything is stale so long
As Yesterday's surprise --
The reticent volcano keeps
© Emily Dickinson
The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan --
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.
The Rat is the concisest Tenant.
© Emily Dickinson
The Rat is the concisest Tenant.
He pays no Rent.
Repudiates the Obligation --
On Schemes intent
The pungent atom in the Air
© Emily Dickinson
The pungent atom in the Air
Admits of no debate --
All that is named of Summer Days
Relinquished our Estate --
The Province of the Saved
© Emily Dickinson
The Province of the Saved
Should be the Art -- To save --
Through Skill obtained in Themselves --
The Science of the Grave
The Props assist the House
© Emily Dickinson
The Props assist the House
Until the House is built
And then the Props withdraw
And adequate, erect,
The Products of my Farm are these
© Emily Dickinson
The Products of my Farm are these
Sufficient for my Own
And here and there a Benefit
Unto a Neighbor's Bin.
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
© Emily Dickinson
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
Her unintending Eyes --
Took her own Heart, including ours,
By innocent Surprise --
The power to be true to You,
© Emily Dickinson
The power to be true to You,
Until upon my face
The Judgment push his Picture --
Presumptuous of Your Place --
The Popular Heart is a Cannon first --
© Emily Dickinson
The Popular Heart is a Cannon first --
Subsequent a Drum --
Bells for an Auxiliary
And an Afterward of Rum --
The Poets light but Lamps --
© Emily Dickinson
The Poets light but Lamps --
Themselves -- go out --
The Wicks they stimulate --
If vital Light
The Pile of Years is not so high
© Emily Dickinson
The Pile of Years is not so high
As when you came before
But it is rising every Day
From recollection's Floor
The pedigree of Honey
© Emily Dickinson
The Pedigree of Honey
Does not concern the Bee --
A Clover, any time, to him,
Is Aristocracy --
