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I got so I could take his name

© Emily Dickinson

I got so I could take his name --
Without -- Tremendous gain --
That Stop-sensation -- on my Soul --
And Thunder -- in the Room --

I gave myself to Him --

© Emily Dickinson

I gave myself to Him --
And took Himself, for Pay,
The solemn contract of a Life
Was ratified, this way --

I fit for them --

© Emily Dickinson

I fit for them --
I seek the Dark
Till I am thorough fit.
The labor is a sober one

I fear a Man of frugal Speech --

© Emily Dickinson

I fear a Man of frugal Speech --
I fear a Silent Man --
Haranguer -- I can overtake --
Or Babbler -- entertain --

I could suffice for Him, I knew --

© Emily Dickinson

I could suffice for Him, I knew --
He -- could suffice for Me --
Yet Hesitating Fractions -- Both
Surveyed Infinity --

I asked no other thing --

© Emily Dickinson

I asked no other thing --
No other -- was denied --
I offered Being -- for it --
The Mighty Merchant sneered --

How soft this Prison is

© Emily Dickinson

How soft this Prison is
How sweet these sullen bars
No Despot but the King of Down
Invented this repose

How soft a Caterpillar steps --

© Emily Dickinson

How soft a Caterpillar steps --
I fond one on my Hand
From such a velvet world it comes
Such plushes at command

How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights --

© Emily Dickinson

How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights --
When people have put out the Lights
And everything that has an Inn
Closes the shutter and goes in --

How Human Nature dotes

© Emily Dickinson

How Human Nature dotes
On what it can't detect.
The moment that a Plot is plumbed
Prospective is extinct --

How brittle are the Piers

© Emily Dickinson

How brittle are the Piers
On which our Faith doth tread --
No Bridge below doth totter so --
Yet none hath such a Crowd.

Hope is a strange invention --

© Emily Dickinson

Hope is a strange invention --
A Patent of the Heart --
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out --

His Heart was darker than the starless night

© Emily Dickinson

His Heart was darker than the starless night
For that there is a morn
But in this black Receptacle
Can be no Bode of Dawn

Her face was in a bed of hair,

© Emily Dickinson

Her face was in a bed of hair,
Like flowers in a plot --
Her hand was whiter than the sperm
That feeds the sacred light.

Heaven is so far of the Mind

Heaven is so far of the Mind
That were the Mind dissolved --
The Site -- of it -- by Architect
Could not again be proved --

Heart, not so heavy as mine

Heart, not so heavy as mine
Wending late home --
As it passed my window
Whistled itself a tune --

He who in Himself believes --

He who in Himself believes --
Fraud cannot presume --
Faith is Constancy's Result --
And assumes -- from Home --

Have you got a Brook in your little heart,

Have you got a Brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so --

Great Streets of silence led away

Great Streets of silence led away
To Neighborhoods of Pause --
Here was no Notice -- no Dissent
No Universe -- no laws --

Gratitude -- is not the mention

Gratitude -- is not the mention
Of a Tenderness,
But its still appreciation
Out of Plumb of Speech.