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Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling

© Emily Dickinson

Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling --
Sometimes -- scalps a Tree --
Her Green People recollect it
When they do not die --

Myself was formed -- a Carpenter

© Emily Dickinson

Myself was formed -- a Carpenter --
An unpretending time
My Plane -- and I, together wrought
Before a Builder came --

Myself can read the Telegrams

© Emily Dickinson

Myself can read the Telegrams
A Letter chief to me
The Stock's advance and Retrograde
And what the Markets say

My Worthiness is all my Doubt --

© Emily Dickinson

My Worthiness is all my Doubt --
His Merit -- all my fear --
Contrasting which, my quality
Do lowlier -- appear --

My Wars are laid away in Books --

© Emily Dickinson

My Wars are laid away in Books --
I have one Battle more --
A Foe whom I have never seen
But oft has scanned me o'er --

My Triumph lasted till the Drums

© Emily Dickinson

My Triumph lasted till the Drums
Had left the Dead alone
And then I dropped my Victory
And chastened stole along

My Season's furthest Flower --

© Emily Dickinson

My Season's furthest Flower --
I tenderer commend
Because I found Her Kinsmanless,
A Grace without a Friend.

My Reward for Being, was This.

© Emily Dickinson

My Reward for Being, was This.
My premium -- My Bliss --
An Admiralty, less --
A Sceptre -- penniless --
And Realms -- just Dross --

My Portion is Defeat -- today --

My Portion is Defeat -- today --
A paler luck than Victory --
Less Paeans -- fewer Bells --
The Drums don't follow Me -- with tunes --
Defeat -- a somewhat slower -- means --
More Arduous than Balls --

My period had come for Prayer --

© Emily Dickinson

My period had come for Prayer --
No other Art -- would do --
My Tactics missed a rudiment --
Creator -- Was it you?

My Heart upon a little Plate

© Emily Dickinson

My Heart upon a little Plate
Her Palate to delight
A Berry or a Bun, would be,
Might it an Apricot!

My God -- He sees thee --

© Emily Dickinson

My God -- He sees thee --
Shine thy best --
Fling up thy Balls of Gold
Till every Cubit play with thee

My Garden -- like the Beach

© Emily Dickinson

My Garden -- like the Beach --
Denotes there be -- a Sea --
That's Summer --
Such as These -- the Pearls
She fetches -- such as Me

My first well Day -- since many ill --

© Emily Dickinson

My first well Day -- since many ill --
I asked to go abroad,
And take the Sunshine in my hands,
And see the things in Pod --

My Faith is larger than the Hills --

My Faith is larger than the Hills --
So when the Hills decay --
My Faith must take the Purple Wheel
To show the Sun the way --

My Eye is fuller than my vase

My Eye is fuller than my vase --
Her Cargo -- is of Dew --
And still -- my Heart -- my Eye outweighs --
East India -- for you!

My country need not change her gown,

My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when 'twas cut at Lexington,
And first pronounced "a fit."

My best Acquaintances are those

My best Acquaintances are those
With Whom I spoke no Word --
The Stars that stated come to Town
Esteemed Me never rude

Mute thy Coronation

Mute thy Coronation --
Meek my Vive le roi,
Fold a tiny courtier
In thine Ermine, Sir,

Must be a Woe --

Must be a Woe --
A loss or so --
To bend the eye
Best Beauty's way --