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I had no Cause to be awake --

© Emily Dickinson

I had no Cause to be awake --
My Best -- was gone to sleep --
And Morn a new politeness took --
And failed to wake them up --

I had a daily Bliss

© Emily Dickinson

I had a daily Bliss
I half indifferent viewed
Till sudden I perceived it stir --
It grew as I pursued

I groped for him before I knew

© Emily Dickinson

I groped for him before I knew
With solemn nameless need
All other bounty sudden chaff
For this foreshadowed Food

I gained it so

© Emily Dickinson

I gained it so --
By Climbing slow --
By Catching at the Twigs that grow
Between the Bliss -- and me --

I found the words to every thought

© Emily Dickinson

I found the words to every thought
I ever had -- but One --
And that -- defies me --
As a Hand did try to chalk the Sun

I envy Seas, whereon He rides

© Emily Dickinson

I envy Seas, whereon He rides --
I envy Spokes of Wheels
Of Chariots, that Him convey --
I envy Crooked Hills

I did not reach Thee

© Emily Dickinson

I did not reach Thee
But my feet slip nearer every day
Three Rivers and a Hill to cross
One Desert and a Sea
I shall not count the journey one
When I am telling thee.

I cross till I am weary

© Emily Dickinson

I cross till I am weary
A Mountain -- in my mind --
More Mountains -- then a Sea --
More Seas -- And then
A Desert -- find --

I cried at Pity -- not at Pain --

© Emily Dickinson

I cried at Pity -- not at Pain --
I heard a Woman say
"Poor Child" -- and something in her voice
Convicted me -- of me --

I could not prove the Years had feet --

© Emily Dickinson

I could not prove the Years had feet --
Yet confident they run
Am I, from symptoms that are past
And Series that are done --

I could not drink it, Sweet,

© Emily Dickinson

I could not drink it, Sweet,
Till You had tasted first,
Though cooler than the Water was
The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.

I could die -- to know --
'Tis a trifling knowledge --
News-Boys salute the Door --
Carts -- joggle by --
Morning's bold face -- stares in the window --
Were but mine -- the Charter of the least Fly --

I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to --

© Emily Dickinson

I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to --
But You have enough -- of those --
I could bring You Odors from St. Domingo --
Colors -- from Vera Cruz --

I cautious, scanned my little life

© Emily Dickinson

I cautious, scanned my little life --
I winnowed what would fade
From what would last till Heads like mine
Should be a-dreaming laid.

I cannot want it more --

I cannot want it more --
I cannot want it less --
My Human Nature's fullest force
Expends itself on this.

I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there

I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there
Nor ever saw his house nor furniture,
Who has invited me with him to dwell;
But a confiding guest consult as well,

I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --

I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --
I feel the old desire --
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair --

I cannot dance upon my Toes

I cannot dance upon my Toes --
No Man instructed me --
But oftentimes, among my mind,
A Glee possesseth me,

I cannot buy it -- 'tis not sold --

I cannot buy it -- 'tis not sold --
There is no other in the World --
Mine was the only one

I cannot be ashamed

I cannot be ashamed
Because I cannot see
The love you offer --
Magnitude
Reverses Modesty