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The good Will of a Flower
© Emily Dickinson
The good Will of a Flower
The Man who would possess
Must first present
Certificate
Of minted Holiness.
The gleam of an heroic Act
© Emily Dickinson
The gleam of an heroic Act
Such strange illumination
The Possible's slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination.
The Gentian has a parched Corolla --
© Emily Dickinson
When most is part -- it comes --
Nor isolate it seems
Its Bond its Friend --
To fill its Fringed career
And aid an aged Year
Abundant end --
The Future -- never spoke --
© Emily Dickinson
The Future -- never spoke --
Nor will He -- like the Dumb --
Reveal by sign -- a syllable
Of His Profound To Come --
The Frost was never seen --
© Emily Dickinson
The Frost was never seen --
If met, too rapid passed,
Or in too unsubstantial Team --
The Flowers notice first
The Frost of Death was on the Pane --
© Emily Dickinson
The Frost of Death was on the Pane --
"Secure your Flower" said he.
Like Sailors fighting with a Leak
We fought Mortality.
The first We knew of Him was Death --
© Emily Dickinson
The first We knew of Him was Death --
The second -- was -- Renown --
Except the first had justified
The second had not been.
The first Day's Night had come
© Emily Dickinson
The first Day's Night had come --
And grateful that a thing
So terrible -- had been endured --
I told my Soul to sing --
The Fingers of the Light
© Emily Dickinson
The Fingers of the Light
Tapped soft upon the Town
With "I am great and cannot wait
So therefore let me in."
The fascinating chill that music leaves
© Emily Dickinson
The fascinating chill that music leaves
Is Earth's corroboration
Of Ecstasy's impediment --
'Tis Rapture's germination
The Fact that Earth is Heaven --
© Emily Dickinson
The Fact that Earth is Heaven --
Whether Heaven is Heaven or not
If not an Affidavit
Of that specific Spot
The Face we choose to miss --
© Emily Dickinson
The Face we choose to miss --
Be it but for a Day
As absent as a Hundred Years,
When it has rode away.
The Face in evanescence lain
© Emily Dickinson
The Face in evanescence lain
Is more distinct than ours --
And ours surrendered for its sake
As Capsules are for Flower's --
The face I carry with me -- last
© Emily Dickinson
The face I carry with me -- last --
When I go out of Time --
To take my Rank -- by -- in the West --
That face -- will just be thine --
The event was directly behind Him
© Emily Dickinson
The event was directly behind Him
Yet He did not guess
Fitted itself to Himself like a Robe
Relished His ignorance.
The ecstasy to guess
© Emily Dickinson
The ecstasy to guess
Were a receipted bliss
If grace could talk.
The Dying need but little, Dear,
© Emily Dickinson
The Dying need but little, Dear,
A Glass of Water's all,
A Flower's unobtrusive Face
To punctuate the Wall,
The duties of the Wind are few,
© Emily Dickinson
The duties of the Wind are few,
To cast the ships, at Sea,
Establish March, the Floods escort,
And usher Liberty.
The Dust behind I strove to join
© Emily Dickinson
The Dust behind I strove to join
Unto the Disk before --
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls upon a Floor --
The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man
© Emily Dickinson
The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man
For is it not his Bed --
His Advocate -- his Edifice?
How safe his fallen Head
