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He ate and drank the precious Words --

© Emily Dickinson

He ate and drank the precious Words --
His Spirit grew robust --
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust --

Frequently the wood are pink

© Emily Dickinson

Frequently the wood are pink --
Frequently are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.

Ample make this Bed --

© Emily Dickinson

Ample make this Bed --
Make this Bed with Awe --
In it wait till Judgment break
Excellent and Fair.

A word is dead

© Emily Dickinson

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

The Guest is gold and crimson

© Emily Dickinson

The Guest is gold and crimson --
An Opal guest and gray --
Of Ermine is his doublet --
His Capuchin gay --

On this wondrous sea

© Emily Dickinson

On this wondrous sea
Sailing silently,
Ho! Pilot, ho!
Knowest thou the shore
Where no breakers roar --
Where the storm is o'er?

It sifts from Leaden Sieves

© Emily Dickinson

It sifts from Leaden Sieves --
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road --

I robbed the Woods

© Emily Dickinson

I robbed the Woods --
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses

I never lost as much but twice

© Emily Dickinson

I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!

I dreaded that first Robin, so,

© Emily Dickinson

I dreaded that first Robin, so,
But He is mastered, now,
I'm accustomed to Him grown,
He hurts a little, though --

A Bird came down the Walk

© Emily Dickinson

A Bird came down the Walk --
He did not know I saw --
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

Water, is taught by thirst.

© Emily Dickinson

Water, is taught by thirst.
Land -- by the Oceans passed.
Transport -- by throe --
Peace -- by its battles told --
Love, by Memorial Mold --
Birds, by the Snow.

To see the Summer Sky

© Emily Dickinson

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --
True Poems flee --

This World is not Conclusion.

© Emily Dickinson

This World is not Conclusion.
A Species stands beyond --
Invisible, as Music --
But positive, as Sound --

The Bustle in a House

The Bustle in a House
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon Earth --

Sleep is supposed to be

Sleep is supposed to be
By souls of sanity
The shutting of the eye.

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers --
Untouched my Morning
And untouched by Noon --
Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection --
Rafter of satin,
And Roof of stone.

I'll tell you how the Sun rose

I'll tell you how the Sun rose --
A Ribbon at a time --
The Steeples swam in Amethyst --
The news, like Squirrels, ran --

Going to Heaven!

Going to Heaven!
I don't know when --
Pray do not ask me how!
Indeed I'm too astonished

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church --
I keep it, staying at Home --
With a Bobolink for a Chorister --
And an Orchard, for a Dome --