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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning --
© Emily Dickinson
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning --
Lightning -- lets away
Power to perceive His Process
With Vitality.
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
© Emily Dickinson
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
To drink -- enables Mine
Through Desert or the Wilderness
As bore it Sealed Wine --
Still own thee -- still thou art
© Emily Dickinson
Still own thee -- still thou art
What surgeons call alive --
Though slipping -- slipping I perceive
To thy reportless Grave --
Step lightly on this narrow spot --
© Emily Dickinson
Step lightly on this narrow spot --
The broadest Land that grows
Is not so ample as the Breast
These Emerald Seams enclose.
Spurn the temerity --
© Emily Dickinson
Spurn the temerity --
Rashness of Calvary --
Gay were Gethsemane
Knew we of Thee --
Spring is the Period
© Emily Dickinson
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
Spring comes on the World --
© Emily Dickinson
Spring comes on the World --
I sight the Aprils --
Hueless to me until thou come
As, till the Bee
Speech is one symptom of Affection
© Emily Dickinson
Speech is one symptom of Affection
And Silence one --
The perfectest communication
Is heard of none --
South Winds jostle them
© Emily Dickinson
South Winds jostle them --
Bumblebees come --
Hover -- hesitate --
Drink, and are gone --
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
© Emily Dickinson
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost indeed --
But tens have won an all --
Soto! Explore thyself!
© Emily Dickinson
Soto! Explore thyself!
Therein thyself shalt find
The "Undiscovered Continent" --
No Settler had the Mind.
Somewhere upon the general Earth
© Emily Dickinson
Somewhere upon the general Earth
Itself exist Today --
The Magic passive but extant
That consecrated me --
Somewhat, to hope for,
© Emily Dickinson
Somewhat, to hope for,
Be it ne'er so far
Is Capital against Despair --
Some, too fragile for winter winds
© Emily Dickinson
Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
Some Wretched creature, savior take
© Emily Dickinson
Some Wretched creature, savior take
Who would exult to die
And leave for thy sweet mercy's sake
Another Hour to me
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder
© Emily Dickinson
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder
Occupy to us though perhaps to them
Simpler are the Days than the Supposition
Leave us to presume
Some such Butterfly be seen
© Emily Dickinson
Some such Butterfly be seen
On Brazilian Pampas --
Just at noon -- no later -- Sweet --
Then -- the License closes --
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair!
© Emily Dickinson
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere --
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather -- on the plain
Fritters itself away!
Some one prepared this mighty show
© Emily Dickinson
Some one prepared this mighty show
To which without a Ticket go
The nations and the Days --
Some Days retired from the rest
© Emily Dickinson
Some Days retired from the rest
In soft distinction lie
The Day that a Companion came
Or was obliged to die
