Fear poems
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A Rat surrendered here
© Emily Dickinson
A Rat surrendered here
A brief career of Cheer
And Fraud and Fear.
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note
© Emily Dickinson
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note --
Not loud enough -- for Wind --
A Star -- not far enough to seek --
Nor near enough -- to find --
A Mien to move a Queen
© Emily Dickinson
A Voice that Alters -- Low
And on the Ear can go
Like Let of Snow --
Or shift supreme --
As tone of Realm
On Subjects Diadem --
A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear
© Emily Dickinson
A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear --
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates --
So over Horror, it half Captivates --
The Soul stares after it, secure --
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more --
"Remember me" implored the Thief!
© Emily Dickinson
"Remember me" implored the Thief!
Oh Hospitality!
My Guest "Today in Paradise"
I give thee guaranty.
The Tint I cannot take -- is best --
© Emily Dickinson
The Tint I cannot take -- is best --
The Color too remote
That I could show it in Bazaar --
A Guinea at a sight --
Lest they should come -- is all my fear
© Emily Dickinson
Lest they should come -- is all my fear
When sweet incarcerated here
In snow thou comest --
© Emily Dickinson
In snow thou comest --
Thou shalt go with the resuming ground,
The sweet derision of the crow,
And Glee's advancing sound.
I Years had been from Home
© Emily Dickinson
I Years had been from Home
And now before the Door
I dared not enter, lest a Face
I never saw before
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 --
Distrustful of the Gentian
© Emily Dickinson
Distrustful of the Gentian --
And just to turn away,
The fluttering of her fringes
Child my perfidy --
Bless God, he went as soldiers,
© Emily Dickinson
Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast --
Grant God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest!
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
© Emily Dickinson
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
Not Death -- for who is He?
The Porter of my Father's Lodge
As much abasheth me!
A Diamond on the Hand
© Emily Dickinson
A Diamond on the Hand
To Custom Common grown
Subsides from its significance
The Gem were best unknown --
A Charm invests a face
© Emily Dickinson
A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld --
The Lady date not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled --
The difference between Despair
© Emily Dickinson
The difference between Despair
And Fear -- is like the One
Between the instant of a Wreck
And when the Wreck has been --
So give me back to Death --
© Emily Dickinson
So give me back to Death --
The Death I never feared
Except that it deprived of thee --
And now, by Life deprived,
Is it true, dear Sue?
© Emily Dickinson
Is it true, dear Sue?
Are there two?
I shouldn't like to come
For fear of joggling Him!
If your Nerve, deny you
© Emily Dickinson
If your Nerve, deny you --
Go above your Nerve --
He can lean against the Grave,
If he fear to swerve --
