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Not to discover weakness is
© Emily Dickinson
Not to discover weakness is
The Artifice of strength --
Impregnability inheres
As much through Consciousness
Not that he goes -- we love him more
© Emily Dickinson
Not that he goes -- we love him more
Who led us while he stayed.
Beyond earth's trafficking frontier,
For what he moved, he made.
No Notice gave She, but a Change --
© Emily Dickinson
No Notice gave She, but a Change --
No Message, but a Sigh --
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
No matter where the Saints abide,
© Emily Dickinson
No matter where the Saints abide,
They make their Circuit fair
Behold how great a Firmament
Accompanies a Star.
No matter -- now -- Sweet --
© Emily Dickinson
No matter -- now -- Sweet --
But when I'm Earl --
Won't you wish you'd spoken
To that dull Girl?
No Life can pompless pass away --
© Emily Dickinson
No Life can pompless pass away --
The lowliest career
To the same Pageant wends its way
As that exalted here --
Never for Society
© Emily Dickinson
Never for Society
He shall seek in vain --
Who His own acquaintance
Cultivate -- Of Men
Wiser Men may weary --
But the Man within
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed --
© Emily Dickinson
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed --
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me -- and I smiled --
My Soul -- that Morning -- was My friend --
My nosegays are for Captives
© Emily Dickinson
My nosegays are for Captives --
Dim -- expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till Paradise.
My Maker -- let me be
© Emily Dickinson
My Maker -- let me be
Enamored most of thee --
But nearer this
I more should miss --
My Heart ran so to thee
© Emily Dickinson
My Heart ran so to thee
It would not wait for me
And I affronted grew
And drew away
My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease --
© Emily Dickinson
My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease --
I'm feeling for the Air --
A dim capacity for Wings
Demeans the Dress I wear --
Musicians wrestle everywhere
© Emily Dickinson
Musicians wrestle everywhere --
All day -- among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife --
And -- walking -- long before the morn --
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New Life"!
Morns like these -- we parted
© Emily Dickinson
Morns like these -- we parted --
Noons like these -- she rose --
Fluttering first -- then firmer
To her fair repose.
More than the Grave is closed to me --
© Emily Dickinson
More than the Grave is closed to me --
The Grave and that Eternity
To which the Grave adheres --
I cling to nowhere till I fall --
The Crash of nothing, yet of all --
How similar appears --
Meeting by Accident,
© Emily Dickinson
Meeting by Accident,
We hovered by design --
As often as a Century
An error so divine
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt
© Emily Dickinson
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt
Me stop to prove it -- now --
Make haste -- the Scruple! Death be scant
For Opportunity --
Long Years apart -- can make no
© Emily Dickinson
Long Years apart -- can make no
Breach a second cannot fill --
The absence of the Witch does not
Invalidate the spell --
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
© Emily Dickinson
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
I hear the level Bee --
A Jar across the Flowers goes
Their Velvet Masonry --
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
© Emily Dickinson
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then I new 'twas Wind --
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as sand --
