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Elijah's Wagon knew no thill

© Emily Dickinson

Elijah's Wagon knew no thill
Was innocent of Wheel
Elijah's horses as unique
As was his vehicle --

Eden is that old-fashioned House

© Emily Dickinson

Eden is that old-fashioned House
We dwell in every day
Without suspecting our abode
Until we drive away.

Each that we lose takes part of us;

© Emily Dickinson

Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.

Each Second is the last

© Emily Dickinson

Each Second is the last
Perhaps, recalls the Man
Just measuring unconsciousness
The Sea and Spar between.

Each Life Converges to some Centre --

© Emily Dickinson

Each Life Converges to some Centre --
Expressed -- or still --
Exists in every Human Nature
A Goal --

Dying! To be afraid of thee

© Emily Dickinson

Dying! To be afraid of thee
One must to thine Artillery
Have left exposed a Friend --
Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
Delivered straighter to the Heart
The leaving Love behind.

Dying at my music!

© Emily Dickinson

Dying at my music!
Bubble! Bubble!
Hold me till the Octave's run!
Quick! Burst the Windows!
Ritardando!
Phials left, and the Sun!

Dropped into the Ether Acre --

© Emily Dickinson

Dropped into the Ether Acre --
Wearing the Sod Gown --
Bonnet of Everlasting Laces --
Brooch -- frozen on --

Dreams are the subtle Dower

© Emily Dickinson

Dreams are the subtle Dower
That make us rich an Hour --
Then fling us poor
Out of the purple Door
Into the Precinct raw
Possessed before --

Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better,

© Emily Dickinson

Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better,
If One wake at morn --
If One wake at Midnight -- better --
Dreaming -- of the Dawn --

Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day

© Emily Dickinson

Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
That arise and set about Us --
Other Tragedy

Drab Habitation of Whom?

© Emily Dickinson

Drab Habitation of Whom?
Tabernacle or Tomb --
Or Dome of Worm --
Or Porch of Gnome --
Or some Elf's Catacomb?

Down Time's quaint stream

© Emily Dickinson

Down Time's quaint stream
Without an oar
We are enforced to sail
Our Port a secret

Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!

© Emily Dickinson

Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
Why, God, would be content
With but a fraction of the Life --
Poured thee, without a stint --

Don't put up my Thread and Needle --

Don't put up my Thread and Needle --
I'll begin to Sew
When the Birds begin to whistle --
Better Stitches -- so --

Dominion lasts until obtained --

Dominion lasts until obtained --
Possession just as long --
But these -- endowing as they flit
Eternally belong.

Do People moulder equally,

Do People moulder equally,
They bury, in the Grave?
I do believe a Species
As positively live

Distance -- is not the Realm of Fox

Distance -- is not the Realm of Fox
Nor by Relay of Bird
Abated -- Distance is
Until thyself, Beloved.

Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth --

Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth --
Widths out of the Sun --
And look -- and shudder, and block your breath --
And deem to be alone

Did we disobey Him?

Did we disobey Him?
Just one time!
Charged us to forget Him --
But we couldn't learn!