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Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
© Emily Dickinson
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a Charge to me
Like that old measure in the Boughs --
That phraseless Melody --
Obtaining but our own Extent
© Emily Dickinson
Obtaining but our own Extent
In whatsoever Realm --
'Twas Christ's own personal Expanse
That bore him from the Tomb --
Now I knew I lost her --
© Emily Dickinson
Now I knew I lost her --
Not that she was gone --
But Remoteness travelled
On her Face and Tongue.
Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
© Emily Dickinson
Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
Nor with a Stone --
A Whip so small you could not see it
I've known
Not that We did, shall be the test
© Emily Dickinson
Not that We did, shall be the test
When Act and Will are done
But what Our Lord infers We would
Had We diviner been --
Not so the infinite Relations -- Below
© Emily Dickinson
Not so the infinite Relations -- Below
Division is Adhesion's forfeit -- On High
Affliction but a Speculation -- And Woe
A Fallacy, a Figment, We knew --
Not Sickness stains the Brave,
© Emily Dickinson
Not Sickness stains the Brave,
Nor any Dart,
Nor Doubt of Scene to come,
But an adjourning Heart --
Not seeing, still we know --
© Emily Dickinson
Not seeing, still we know --
Not knowing, guess --
Not guessing, smile and hide
And half caress --
Not probable -- The barest Chance
© Emily Dickinson
Not probable -- The barest Chance --
A smile too few -- a word too much
And far from Heaven as the Rest --
The Soul so close on Paradise --
Not One by Heaven defrauded stay --
© Emily Dickinson
Not One by Heaven defrauded stay --
Although he seem to steal
He restitutes in some sweet way
Secreted in his will --
Not knowing when the Dawn will come,
© Emily Dickinson
Not knowing when the Dawn will come,
I open every Door,
Or has it Feathers, like a Bird,
Or Billows, like a Shore --
Not in this World to see his face
© Emily Dickinson
Not in this World to see his face --
Sounds long -- until I read the place
Where this -- is said to be
But just the Primer -- to a life --
Unopened -- rare -- Upon the Shelf --
Clasped yet -- to Him -- and Me --
Not at Home to Callers
© Emily Dickinson
Not at Home to Callers
Says the Naked Tree --
Bonnet due in April --
Wishing you Good Day --
Not any sunny tone
© Emily Dickinson
Not any sunny tone
From any fervent zone
Find entrance there --
Better a grave of Balm
Not any more to be lacked --
© Emily Dickinson
Not any more to be lacked --
Not any more to be known --
Denizen of Significance
For a span so worn --
Not any higher stands the Grave
© Emily Dickinson
Not any higher stands the Grave
For Heroes than for Men --
Not any nearer for the Child
Than numb Three Score and Ten --
Not all die early, dying young --
© Emily Dickinson
Not all die early, dying young --
Maturity of Fate
Is consummated equally
In Ages, or a Night --
Not "Revelation" -- 'tis -- that waits,
© Emily Dickinson
Not "Revelation" -- 'tis -- that waits,
But our unfurnished eyes --
Nor Mountain hinder Me
© Emily Dickinson
Nor Mountain hinder Me
Nor Sea --
Who's Baltic --
Who's Cordillera?
Noon -- is the Hinge of Day --
© Emily Dickinson
Noon -- is the Hinge of Day --
Evening -- the Tissue Door --
Morning -- the East compelling the sill
Till all the World is ajar --
