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If I could bribe them by a Rose

© Emily Dickinson

If I could bribe them by a Rose
I'd bring them every flower that grows
From Amherst to Cashmere!
I would not stop for night, or storm --
Or frost, or death, or anyone --
My business were so dear!

If ever the lid gets off my head

© Emily Dickinson

If ever the lid gets off my head
And lets the brain away
The fellow will go where he belonged --
Without a hint from me,

If all the griefs I am to have

© Emily Dickinson

If all the griefs I am to have
Would only come today,
I am so happy I believe
They'd laugh and run away.

Ideals are the Fairly Oil

© Emily Dickinson

Ideals are the Fairly Oil
With which we help the Wheel
But when the Vital Axle turns
The Eye rejects the Oil.

I've known a Heaven, like a Tent

© Emily Dickinson

I've known a Heaven, like a Tent --
To wrap its shining Yards --
Pluck up its stakes, and disappear --
Without the sound of Boards

I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --

© Emily Dickinson

I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --
It's such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences --
It's time o' year for Hay.

I Years had been from Home

© Emily Dickinson

I Years had been from Home
And now before the Door
I dared not enter, lest a Face
I never saw before

I worked for chaff and earning Wheat

© Emily Dickinson

I worked for chaff and earning Wheat
Was haughty and betrayed.
What right had Fields to arbitrate
In matters ratified?

I shall keep singing!

© Emily Dickinson

I shall keep singing!
Birds will pass me
On their way to Yellower Climes --
Each -- with a Robin's expectation --
I -- with my Redbreast --
And my Rhymes --

I send Two Sunsets

© Emily Dickinson

I send Two Sunsets --
Day and I -- in competition ran --
I finished Two -- and several Stars --
While He -- was making One --

I see thee clearer for the Grave

© Emily Dickinson

I see thee clearer for the Grave
That took thy face between
No Mirror could illumine thee
Like that impassive stone --

I reason, Earth is short

© Emily Dickinson

I reason, Earth is short --
And Anguish -- absolute --
And many hurt,
But, what of that?

I never felt at Home -- Below

© Emily Dickinson

I never felt at Home -- Below --
And in the Handsome Skies
I shall not feel at Home -- I know --
I don't like Paradise --

I many times thought Peace had come

© Emily Dickinson

I many times thought Peace had come
When Peace was far away --
As Wrecked Men -- deem they sight the Land --
At Centre of the Sea --

I know that He exists.

I know that He exists.
Somewhere -- in Silence --
He has hid his rare life
From our gross eyes.

I know some lonely Houses off the Road

How orderly the Kitchen'd look, by night,
With just a Clock --
But they could gag the Tick --
And Mice won't bark --
And so the Walls -- don't tell --
None -- will --

I know lives, I could miss

I know lives, I could miss
Without a Misery --
Others -- whose instant's wanting --
Would be Eternity --

I keep my pledge.

I keep my pledge.
I was not called --
Death did not notice me.
I bring my Rose.

I have no Life but this --

I have no Life but this --
To lead it here --
Nor any Death -- but lest
Dispelled from there --

I have a King, who does not speak

I have a King, who does not speak --
So -- wondering -- thro' the hours meek
I trudge the day away --
Half glad when it is night, and sleep,
If, haply, thro' a dream, to peep
In parlors, shut by day.