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Did We abolish Frost

© Emily Dickinson

Did We abolish Frost
The Summer would not cease --
If Seasons perish or prevail
Is optional with Us --

Did the Harebell loose her girdle

© Emily Dickinson

Did the Harebell loose her girdle
To the lover Bee
Would the Bee the Harebell hallow
Much as formerly?

Did Our Best Moment last

© Emily Dickinson

Did Our Best Moment last --
'Twould supersede the Heaven --
A few -- and they by Risk -- procure --
So this Sort -- are not given --

Despair's advantage is achieved

© Emily Dickinson

Despair's advantage is achieved
By suffering -- Despair --
To be assisted of Reverse
One must Reverse have bore --

Deprived of other Banquet,

© Emily Dickinson

Deprived of other Banquet,
I entertained Myself --
At first -- a scant nutrition --
An insufficient Loaf --

Denial -- is the only fact

© Emily Dickinson

Denial -- is the only fact
Perceived by the Denied --
Whose Will -- a numb significance --
The Day the Heaven died --

Delight's Despair at setting

© Emily Dickinson

Delight's Despair at setting
Is that Delight is less
Than the sufficing Longing
That so impoverish.

Delight is as the flight

© Emily Dickinson

Delight is as the flight --
Or in the Ratio of it,
As the Schools would say --
The Rainbow's way --

Delight -- becomes pictorial --

© Emily Dickinson

Delight -- becomes pictorial --
When viewed through Pain --
More fair -- because impossible
Than any gain --

Delayed till she had ceased to know

© Emily Dickinson

Delayed till she had ceased to know --
Delayed till in its vest of snow
Her loving bosom lay --
An hour behind the fleeting breath --
Later by just an hour than Death --
Oh lagging Yesterday!

Declaiming Waters none may dread --

© Emily Dickinson

Declaiming Waters none may dread --
But Waters that are still
Are so for that most fatal cause
In Nature -- they are full --

Death's Waylaying not the sharpest

© Emily Dickinson

Death's Waylaying not the sharpest
Of the thefts of Time --
There Marauds a sorer Robber,
Silence -- is his name --

Death warrants are supposed to be

© Emily Dickinson

Death warrants are supposed to be
An enginery of equity
A merciful mistake
A pencil in an Idol's Hand
A Devotee has oft consigned
To Crucifix or Block

Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,

© Emily Dickinson

Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
Except that it is gone
Are ignorant of its Concern
As if it were not born.

Death is the supple Suitor

Death is the supple Suitor
That wins at last --
It is a stealthy Wooing
Conducted first

Death is potential to that Man

Death is potential to that Man
Who dies -- and to his friend --
Beyond that -- unconspicuous
To Anyone but God --

Death is like the insect

Death is like the insect
Menacing the tree,
Competent to kill it,
But decoyed may be.

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Then crouch within the door --
Red -- is the Fire's common tint --
But when the vivid Ore

Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart

Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart
Upon the hither side
Has Dowers of Prospective
To Denizens denied

Crisis is a Hair

Crisis is a Hair
Toward which the forces creep
Past which forces retrograde
If it come in sleep