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'Twas later when the summer went
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas later when the summer went
Than when the Cricket came --
And yet we knew that gentle Clock
Meant nought but Going Home --
'Twas here my summer paused
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas here my summer paused
What ripeness after then
To other scene or other soul
My sentence had begun.
'Twas fighting for his Life he was --
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas fighting for his Life he was --
That sort accomplish well --
The Ordnance of Vitality
Is frugal of its Ball.
'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed --
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed --
That dull -- benumbing time
There is in Fever or Event --
And now the Chance had come --
'Twas awkward, but it fitted me --
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas awkward, but it fitted me --
An Ancient fashioned Heart --
Its only lore -- its Steadfastness --
In Change -- unerudite --
'Twas a long Parting -- but the time
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas a long Parting -- but the time
For Interview -- had Come --
Before the Judgment Seat of God --
The last -- and second time
'Tis true -- They shut me in the Cold --
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis true -- They shut me in the Cold --
But then -- Themselves were warm
And could not know the feeling 'twas --
Forget it -- Lord -- of Them --
'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou
No Station in the Day?
'Twas not thy wont, to hinder so --
Retrieve thine industry --
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates --
So over Horror, it half Captivates --
The Soul stares after it, secure --
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more --
'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War
In which we each were Conqueror
And each of us were slain
And Centuries 'twill be and more
'Tis Opposites -- entice
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Opposites -- entice --
Deformed Men -- ponder Grace --
Bright fires -- the Blanketless --
The Lost -- Day's face --
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts --
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts --
And then a Tract between
Set Cypherless -- to teach the Eye
The Value of its Ten --
'Tis not the swaying frame we miss,
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis not the swaying frame we miss,
It is the steadfast Heart,
That had it beat a thousand years,
With Love alone had bent,
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun
If I should spend it here --
Above him is too low a height
For his Barometer
'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls --
Who own the ample sea --
Or Brooches -- when the Emperor --
With Rubies -- pelteth me --
'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief --
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief --
To re-endure a Day --
We thought the Mighty Funeral --
Of All Conceived Joy --
'Tis easier to pity those when dead
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis easier to pity those when dead
That which pity previous
Would have saved --
A Tragedy enacted
'Tis customary as we part
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis customary as we part
A trinket -- to confer --
It helps to stimulate the faith
When Lovers be afar --
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
'Tis Resurrection Pain --
The meeting Bands of smitten Face
We questioned to, again.
"Was not" was all the Statement.
© Emily Dickinson
"Was not" was all the Statement.
The Unpretension stuns --
Perhaps -- the Comprehension --
They wore no Lexicons --
