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Which is best? Heaven --
© Emily Dickinson
Which is best? Heaven --
Or only Heaven to come
With that old Codicil of Doubt?
I cannot help esteem
Whether my bark went down at sea
© Emily Dickinson
Whether my bark went down at sea --
Whether she met with gales --
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails --
What we see we know somewhat
© Emily Dickinson
What we see we know somewhat
Be it but a little --
What we don't surmise we do
Though it shows so fickle
What Inn is this
© Emily Dickinson
What Inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar Traveller comes?
Who is the Landlord?
Went up a year this evening!
© Emily Dickinson
Went up a year this evening!
I recollect it well!
Amid no bells nor bravoes
The bystanders will tell!
We dream -- it is good we are dreaming --
© Emily Dickinson
We dream -- it is good we are dreaming --
It would hurt us -- were we awake --
But since it is playing -- kill us,
And we are playing -- shriek --
We don't cry -- Tim and I,
© Emily Dickinson
We don't cry -- Tim and I,
We are far too grand --
But we bolt the door tight
To prevent a friend --
Volcanoes be in Sicily
© Emily Dickinson
Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography --
Volcanos nearer here
Unto a broken heart
© Emily Dickinson
Unto a broken heart
No other one may go
Without the high prerogative
Itself hath suffered too.
Uncertain lease -- develops lustre
© Emily Dickinson
Uncertain lease -- develops lustre
On Time
Uncertain Grasp, appreciation
Of Sum --
Two butterflies went out at Noon --
© Emily Dickinson
Two butterflies went out at Noon --
And waltzed upon a Farm --
Then stepped straight through the Firmament
And rested, on a Beam --
Too happy Time dissolves itself
© Emily Dickinson
Too happy Time dissolves itself
And leaves no remnant by --
'Tis Anguish not a Feather hath
Or too much weight to fly --
To undertake is to achieve
© Emily Dickinson
To undertake is to achieve
Be Undertaking blent
With fortitude of obstacle
And toward encouragement
To mend each tattered Faith
© Emily Dickinson
To mend each tattered Faith
There is a needle fair
Though no appearance indicate --
'Tis threaded in the Air --
To make Routine a Stimulus
© Emily Dickinson
To make Routine a Stimulus
Remember it can cease --
Capacity to Terminate
Is a Specific Grace --
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
© Emily Dickinson
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain
© Emily Dickinson
To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
'Tis true the drought is destitute,
But then, I had the dew!
To help our Bleaker Parts
© Emily Dickinson
To help our Bleaker Parts
Salubrious Hours are given
Which if they do not fir for Earth
Drill silently for Heaven --
To die -- takes just a little while
© Emily Dickinson
To die -- takes just a little while --
They say it doesn't hurt --
It's only fainter -- by degrees --
And then -- it's out of sight --
To be alive -- is Power --
© Emily Dickinson
To be alive -- is Power --
Existence -- in itself --
Without a further function --
Omnipotence -- Enough --
