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Those -- dying then,

© Emily Dickinson

Those -- dying then,
Knew where they went --
They went to God's Right Hand --
That Hand is amputated now
And God cannot be found --

This was in the White of the Year --

© Emily Dickinson

This was in the White of the Year --
That -- was in the Green --
Drifts were as difficult then to think
As Daisies now to be seen --

This heart that broke so long

© Emily Dickinson

This heart that broke so long --
These feet that never flagged --
This faith that watched for star in vain,
Give gently to the dead --

This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life

© Emily Dickinson

This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
I mention it to you,
When Sunrise through a fissure drop
The Day must follow too.

This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes

© Emily Dickinson

This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes --
These -- are the Banks of the Yellow Sea --
Where it rose -- or whither it rushes --
These -- are the Western Mystery!

They dropped like Flakes

© Emily Dickinson

They dropped like Flakes --
They dropped like Stars --
Like Petals from a Rose --
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers -- goes --

There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent

© Emily Dickinson

There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent
As that endured
Which uttered, would discourage Nature
And haunt the World.

There is a June when Corn is cut

© Emily Dickinson

There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed --
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed

There is a finished feeling

© Emily Dickinson

There is a finished feeling
Experienced at Graves --
A leisure of the Future --
A Wilderness of Size.

There came a Day at Summer's full

© Emily Dickinson

There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me --
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections -- be --

There are two Mays

© Emily Dickinson

There are two Mays
And then a Must
And after that a Shall.
How infinite the compromise
That indicates I will!

The worthlessness of Earthly things

© Emily Dickinson

The worthlessness of Earthly things
The Ditty is that Nature Sings --
And then -- enforces their delight
Till Synods are inordinate --

The words the happy say

© Emily Dickinson

The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful --

The Wind begun to rock the Grass

© Emily Dickinson

The Wind begun to rock the Grass
With threatening Tunes and low --
He threw a Menace at the Earth --
A Menace at the Sky.

The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man

The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man --
And like a Host -- "Come in"
I boldly answered -- entered then
My Residence within

The Whole of it came not at once --

The Whole of it came not at once --
'Twas Murder by degrees --
A Thrust -- and then for Life a chance --
The Bliss to cauterize --

The Tint I cannot take -- is best --

The Tint I cannot take -- is best --
The Color too remote
That I could show it in Bazaar --
A Guinea at a sight --

The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!

The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!
The Hills to meet him rose!
On his side, what Transaction!
On their side, what Repose!

The Sun is gay or stark

The Sun is gay or stark
According to our Deed.
If Merry, He is merrier --
If eager for the Dead

The spry Arms of the Wind

The spry Arms of the Wind
If I could crawl between
I have an errand imminent
To an adjoining Zone --