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Sweet, to have had them lost

© Emily Dickinson

Sweet, to have had them lost
For news that they be saved --
The nearer they departed Us
The nearer they, restored,

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart --

© Emily Dickinson

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart --
That knows -- and does not know --
And tosses like a Fleet of Balm --
Affronted by the snow --

Sweet Pirate of the heart,

© Emily Dickinson

Sweet Pirate of the heart,
Not Pirate of the Sea,
What wrecketh thee?
Some spice's Mutiny --
Some Attar's perfidy?
Confide in me.

Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie --

Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie --
Never deny Me -- Never fly --
Those same unvarying Eyes
Turn on Me -- when I fail -- or feign,
Or take the Royal names in vain --
Their far -- slow -- Violet Gaze --

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,

© Emily Dickinson

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'Tis then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take

Sweet hours have perished here;

© Emily Dickinson

Sweet hours have perished here;
This is a mighty room;
Within its precincts hopes have played, --
Now shadows in the tomb.

Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered

© Emily Dickinson

Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered
Every time -- for Two --
So that the Sum be never hindered
Through Decay of You --

Sweet -- safe -- Houses

© Emily Dickinson

Sweet -- safe -- Houses --
Glad -- gay -- Houses --
Sealed so stately tight --
Lids of Steel -- on Lids of Marble --
Locking Bare feet out --

Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death --

© Emily Dickinson

Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death --
Death -- tho'soever Broad,
Is Just Death, and cannot increase --
Suspense -- does not conclude --

Surprise is like a thrilling -- pungent --

© Emily Dickinson

Surprise is like a thrilling -- pungent --
Upon a tasteless meat
Alone -- too acrid -- but combined
An edible Delight.

Superiority to Fate

© Emily Dickinson

Superiority to Fate
Is difficult to gain
'Tis not conferred of Any
But possible to earn

Superfluous were the Sun

© Emily Dickinson

Superfluous were the Sun
When Excellence be dead
He were superfluous every Day
For every Day be said

Sunset that screens, reveals --

© Emily Dickinson

Sunset that screens, reveals --
Enhancing what we see
By menaces of Amethyst
And Moats of Mystery.

Summer laid her simple Hat

© Emily Dickinson

Summer laid her simple Hat
On its boundless Shelf --
Unobserved -- a Ribbon slipt,
Snatch it for yourself.

Summer is shorter than any one --

Summer is shorter than any one --
Life is shorter than Summer --
Seventy Years is spent as quick
As an only Dollar --

Summer has two Beginnings --

Summer has two Beginnings --
Beginning once in June --
Beginning in October
Affectingly again --

Summer for thee, grant I may be

Summer for thee, grant I may be
When Summer days are flown!
Thy music still, when Whipporwill
And Oriole -- are done!

Summer begins to have the look

Summer begins to have the look
Peruser of enchanting Book
Reluctantly but sure perceives
A gain upon the backward leaves --

Such is the Force of Happiness --

Such is the Force of Happiness --
The Least -- can lift a Ton
Assisted by its stimulus --

Such are the inlets of the mind --

Such are the inlets of the mind --
His outlets -- would you see
Ascend with me the eminence
Of immortality --