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A Light exists in Spring

© Emily Dickinson

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period --
When March is scarcely here

A fuzzy fellow, without feet,

© Emily Dickinson

A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Yet doth exceeding run!
Of velvet, is his Countenance,
And his Complexion, dun!

'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe --

© Emily Dickinson

'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe --
'Tis dimmer than a Lace --
No stature has it, like a Fog
When you approach the place --

We grow accustomed to the Dark

© Emily Dickinson

We grow accustomed to the Dark --
When light is put away --
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye --

These are the days when Birds come back

© Emily Dickinson

These are the days when Birds come back --
A very few -- a Bird or two --
To take a backward look.

There came a Wind like a Bugle --

© Emily Dickinson

There came a wind like a bugle
It quivered through the GRASS,
And a green chill upon the heat

The Sun in reigning to the West

© Emily Dickinson

The Sun in reigning to the West
Makes not as much of sound
As Cart of man in road below
Adroitly turning round
That Whiffletree of Amethyst

The morns are meeker than they were

© Emily Dickinson

The morns are meeker than they were --
The nuts are getting brown --
The berry's cheek is plumper --
The Rose is out of town.

So has a Daisy vanished

© Emily Dickinson

So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today --
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away --

Papa above!

© Emily Dickinson

Papa above!
Regard a Mouse
O'erpowered by the Cat!
Reserve within thy kingdom
A "Mansion" for the Rat!

Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,

© Emily Dickinson

Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child --
The feeblest -- or the waywardest --
Her Admonition mild --

In this short Life

© Emily Dickinson

In this short Life
That only lasts an hour
How much -- how little -- is
Within our power

If this is "fading"

© Emily Dickinson

If this is "fading"
Oh let me immediately "fade"!
If this is "dying"
Bury me, in such a shroud of red!

I'm "wife" -- I've finished that

© Emily Dickinson

I'm "wife" -- I've finished that --
That other state --
I'm Czar -- I'm "Woman" now --
It's safer so --

I had been hungry, all the Years --

I had been hungry, all the Years --
My Noon had Come -- to dine --
I trembling drew the Table near --
And touched the Curious Wine --

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind --

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind --
As if my Brain had split --
I tried to match it -- Seam by Seam --
But could not make it fit.

God is indeed a jealous God --

God is indeed a jealous God --
He cannot bear to see
That we had rather not with Him
But with each other play.

Drowning is not so pitiful

Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise
Three times, 'tis said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,

Death is a Dialogue between

Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
"Dissolve" says Death -- The Spirit "Sir
I have another Trust" --

Before the ice is in the pools

Before the ice is in the pools --
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow --