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Good Night! Which put the Candle out?

© Emily Dickinson

Good Night! Which put the Candle out?
A jealous Zephyr -- not a doubt --
Ah, friend, you little knew
How long at that celestial wick
The Angels -- labored diligent --
Extinguished -- now -- for you!

Good Morning -- Midnight

© Emily Dickinson

Good Morning -- Midnight --
I'm coming Home --
Day -- got tired of Me --
How could I -- of Him?

God permits industrious Angels

© Emily Dickinson

God permits industrious Angels --
Afternoons -- to play --
I met one -- forgot my Schoolmates --
All -- for Him -- straightway --

God is a distant -- stately Lover

© Emily Dickinson

God is a distant -- stately Lover --
Woos, as He states us -- by His Son --
Verily, a Vicarious Courtship --
"Miles", and "Priscilla", were such an One --

Glee -- The great storm is over --

© Emily Dickinson

Glee -- The great storm is over --
Four -- have recovered the Land --
Forty -- gone down together --
Into the boiling Sand --

Garland for Queens, may be

© Emily Dickinson

Garland for Queens, may be --
Laurels -- for rare degree
Of soul or sword.
Ah -- but remembering me --

From Blank to Blank --

© Emily Dickinson

From Blank to Blank --
A Threadless Way
I pushed Mechanic feet --
To stop -- or perish -- or advance --
Alike indifferent --

For each ecstatic instant

© Emily Dickinson

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ration
To the ecstasy.

Follow wise Orion

© Emily Dickinson

Follow wise Orion
Till you waste your Eye --
Dazzlingly decamping
He is just as high --

Flowers -- Well -- if anybody

© Emily Dickinson

Too much pathos in their faces
For a simple breast like mine --
Butterflies from St. Domingo
Cruising round the purple line --
Have a system of aesthetics --
Far superior to mine.

Floss won't save you from an Abyss

© Emily Dickinson

Floss won't save you from an Abyss
But a Rope will --
Notwithstanding a Rope for a Souvenir
Is not beautiful --

Few, yet enough,

© Emily Dickinson

Few, yet enough,
Enough is One --
To that ethereal throng
Have not each one of us the right
To stealthily belong?

Fame is the one that does not stay --

© Emily Dickinson

Fame is the one that does not stay --
Its occupant must die
Or out of sight of estimate
Ascend incessantly --

Exhilaration is the Breeze

© Emily Dickinson

Exhilaration is the Breeze
That lifts us from the Ground
And leaves us in another place
Whose statement is not found --

Except to Heaven, she is nought.

Except to Heaven, she is nought.
Except for Angels -- lone.
Except to some wide-wandering Bee
A flower superfluous blown.

Each Scar I'll keep for Him

Each Scar I'll keep for Him
Instead I'll say of Gem
In His long Absence worn
A Costlier one

Dust is the only Secret

Dust is the only Secret --
Death, the only One
You cannot find out all about
In his "native town."

Doom is the House without the Door

Doom is the House without the Door --
'Tis entered from the Sun --
And then the Ladder's thrown away,
Because Escape -- is done --

Distrustful of the Gentian

Distrustful of the Gentian --
And just to turn away,
The fluttering of her fringes
Child my perfidy --

Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass --

Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass --
'Tis many a tiny Mill
Turns unperceived beneath our feet
And Artisan lies still --