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Where I have lost, I softer tread

© Emily Dickinson

Where I have lost, I softer tread --
I sow sweet flower from garden bed --
I pause above that vanished head
And mourn.

When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,

When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,
When Katie runs unwearied they follow on the road,
When Katie kneels, their loving hands still clasp her pious knee --
Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, with two so knit to thee!

What tenements of clover

© Emily Dickinson

What tenements of clover
Are fitting for the bee,
What edifices azure
For butterflies and me --

What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures

© Emily Dickinson

What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures --
These Gentlewomen are --
One would as soon assault a Plush --
Or violate a Star --

We talked as Girls do --

© Emily Dickinson

We talked as Girls do --
Fond, and late --
We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave --
Of ours, none affair --

We should not mind so small a flower

© Emily Dickinson

We should not mind so small a flower --
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the Lawn again.

Unable are the Loved to die

© Emily Dickinson

Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity --

Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,

© Emily Dickinson

Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
Then, I am ready to go!
Just a look at the Horses --
Rapid! That will do!

Through those old Grounds of memory,

© Emily Dickinson

Through those old Grounds of memory,
The sauntering alone
Is a divine intemperance
A prudent man would shun.

Through lane it lay -- through bramble

© Emily Dickinson

Through lane it lay -- through bramble --
Through clearing and through wood --
Banditti often passed us
Upon the lonely road.

Those final Creatures, -- who they are --

© Emily Dickinson

Those final Creatures, -- who they are --
That, faithful to the close,
Administer her ecstasy,
But just the Summer knows.

This was a Poet -- It is That

© Emily Dickinson

This was a Poet -- It is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings --
And Attar so immense

This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies

© Emily Dickinson

This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies
And Lads and Girls --
Was laughter and ability and Sighing
And Frocks and Curls.

There is a morn by men unseen

© Emily Dickinson

There is a morn by men unseen --
Whose maids upon remoter green
Keep their Seraphic May --
And all day long, with dance and game,
And gambol I may never name --
Employ their holiday.

The Work of Her that went,

The Work of Her that went,
The Toil of Fellows done --
In Ovens green our Mother bakes,
By Fires of the Sun.

The Voice that stands for Floods to me

The Voice that stands for Floods to me
Is sterile borne to some --
The Face that makes the Morning mean
Glows impotent on them --

The mob within the heart

The mob within the heart
Police cannot suppress
The riot given at the first
Is authorized as peace

The largest Fire ever known

The largest Fire ever known
Occurs each Afternoon --
Discovered is without surprise
Proceeds without concern --

The Grass so little has to do

The Grass so little has to do --
A Sphere of simple Green --
With only Butterflies to brood
And Bees to entertain --

The feet of people walking home

The feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go --
The Crocus -- til she rises
The Vassal of the snow --