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An antiquated Grace
© Emily Dickinson
An antiquated Grace
Becomes that cherished Face
As well as prime
Enjoining us to part
We and our pouting Heart
Good friends with time
Ambition cannot find him.
© Emily Dickinson
Ambition cannot find him.
Affection doesn't know
How many leagues of nowhere
Lie between them now.
Although I put away his life
© Emily Dickinson
Although I put away his life --
An Ornament too grand
For Forehead low as mine, to wear,
This might have been the Hand
Alone, I cannot be
© Emily Dickinson
Alone, I cannot be --
For Hosts -- do visit me --
Recordless Company --
Who baffle Key --
Alone and in a Circumstance
© Emily Dickinson
Alone and in a Circumstance
Reluctant to be told
A spider on my reticence
Assiduously crawled
All the letters I can write
© Emily Dickinson
All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this --
Syllables of Velvet --
Sentences of Plush,
All overgrown by cunning moss,
© Emily Dickinson
All overgrown by cunning moss,
All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of "Currer Bell"
In quiet "Haworth" laid.
All men for Honor hardest work
© Emily Dickinson
All men for Honor hardest work
But are not known to earn --
Paid after they have ceased to work
In Infamy or Urn --
All I may, if small,
© Emily Dickinson
All I may, if small,
Do it not display
Larger for the Totalness --
'Tis Economy
All forgot for recollecting
© Emily Dickinson
All forgot for recollecting
Just a paltry One --
All forsook, for just a Stranger's
New Accompanying --
All Circumstances are the Frame
© Emily Dickinson
All Circumstances are the Frame
In which His Face is set --
All Latitudes exist for His
Sufficient Continent --
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,
© Emily Dickinson
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,
No Ear, no Door,
No Apprehension of Another
Oh, Happy Air!
Ah, Moon -- and Star!
© Emily Dickinson
I could borrow a Bonnet
Of the Lark --
And a Chamois' Silver Boot --
And a stirrup of an Antelope --
And be with you -- Tonight!
Again -- his voice is at the door --
© Emily Dickinson
Again -- his voice is at the door --
I feel the old Degree --
I hear him ask the servant
For such an one -- as me --
After the Sun comes out
© Emily Dickinson
After the Sun comes out
How it alters the World --
Waggons like messengers hurry about
Yesterday is old --
After a hundred years
© Emily Dickinson
After a hundred years
Nobody knows the Place
Agony that enacted there
Motionless as Peace
Advance is Life's condition
© Emily Dickinson
Advance is Life's condition
The Grave but a Relay
Supposed to be a terminus
That makes it hated so --
Absent Place -- an April Day --
© Emily Dickinson
Absent Place -- an April Day --
Daffodils a-blow
Homesick curiosity
To the Souls that snow --
Absence disembodies -- so does Death
© Emily Dickinson
Absence disembodies -- so does Death
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superposition helps, as well as love --
Tenderness decreases as we prove --
