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I could not drink it, Sweet,

© Emily Dickinson

I could not drink it, Sweet,
Till You had tasted first,
Though cooler than the Water was
The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.

I could die -- to know --
'Tis a trifling knowledge --
News-Boys salute the Door --
Carts -- joggle by --
Morning's bold face -- stares in the window --
Were but mine -- the Charter of the least Fly --

I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to --

© Emily Dickinson

I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to --
But You have enough -- of those --
I could bring You Odors from St. Domingo --
Colors -- from Vera Cruz --

I cautious, scanned my little life

© Emily Dickinson

I cautious, scanned my little life --
I winnowed what would fade
From what would last till Heads like mine
Should be a-dreaming laid.

I cannot want it more --

© Emily Dickinson

I cannot want it more --
I cannot want it less --
My Human Nature's fullest force
Expends itself on this.

I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there

© Emily Dickinson

I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there
Nor ever saw his house nor furniture,
Who has invited me with him to dwell;
But a confiding guest consult as well,

I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --

© Emily Dickinson

I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --
I feel the old desire --
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair --

I cannot dance upon my Toes

© Emily Dickinson

I cannot dance upon my Toes --
No Man instructed me --
But oftentimes, among my mind,
A Glee possesseth me,

I cannot buy it -- 'tis not sold --

© Emily Dickinson

I cannot buy it -- 'tis not sold --
There is no other in the World --
Mine was the only one

I cannot be ashamed

© Emily Dickinson

I cannot be ashamed
Because I cannot see
The love you offer --
Magnitude
Reverses Modesty

I can wade Grief

© Emily Dickinson

I can wade Grief --
Whole Pools of it --
I'm used to that --
But the least push of Joy

I Came to buy a smile -- today

© Emily Dickinson

I Came to buy a smile -- today --
But just a single smile --
The smallest one upon your face
Will suit me just as well --

I bring an unaccustomed wine

© Emily Dickinson

I bring an unaccustomed wine
To lips long parching
Next to mine,
And summon them to drink;

I breathed enough to take the Trick

© Emily Dickinson

I breathed enough to take the Trick --
And now, removed from Air --
I simulate the Breath, so well --
That One, to be quite sure --

I bet with every Wind that blew

I bet with every Wind that blew
Till Nature in chagrin
Employed a Fact to visit me
And scuttle my Balloon --

I am ashamed -- I hide

I am ashamed -- I hide --
What right have I -- to be a Bride --
So late a Dowerless Girl --
Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face --
No one to teach me that new Grace --
Nor introduce -- my Soul --

I am afraid to own a Body --

I am afraid to own a Body --
I am afraid to own a Soul --
Profound -- precarious Property --
Possession, not optional --

"I want" -- it pleaded -- All its life --

"I want" -- it pleaded -- All its life --
I want -- was chief it said
When Skill entreated it -- the last --
And when so newly dead --

It's such a little thing to weep

It's such a little thing to weep --
So short a thing to sigh --
And yet -- by Trades -- the size of these
We men and women die!

It was too late for Man --

It was too late for Man --
But early, yet, for God --
Creation -- impotent to help --
But Prayer -- remained -- Our Side --

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