Poems begining by M
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Mute thy Coronation
© Emily Dickinson
Mute thy Coronation --
Meek my Vive le roi,
Fold a tiny courtier
In thine Ermine, Sir,
Must be a Woe --
© Emily Dickinson
Must be a Woe --
A loss or so --
To bend the eye
Best Beauty's way --
Most she touched me by her muteness --
© Emily Dickinson
Most she touched me by her muteness --
Most she won me by the way
She presented her small figure --
Plea itself -- for Charity --
Morning that comes but once,
© Emily Dickinson
Morning that comes but once,
Considers coming twice --
Two Dawns upon a single Morn,
Make Life a sudden price.
Morning is due to all --
© Emily Dickinson
Morning is due to all --
To some -- the Night --
To an imperial few --
The Auroral light.
Morning -- is the place for Dew
© Emily Dickinson
Morning -- is the place for Dew --
Corn -- is made at Noon --
After dinner light -- for flowers --
Dukes -- for Setting Sun!
More Life -- went out -- when He went
© Emily Dickinson
More Life -- went out -- when He went
Than Ordinary Breath --
Lit with a finer Phosphor --
Requiring in the Quench --
Mine -- by the Right of the White Election!
© Emily Dickinson
Mine -- by the Right of the White Election!
Mine -- by the Royal Seal!
Mine -- by the Sign in the Scarlet prison --
Bars -- cannot conceal!
Midsummer, was it, when They died --
© Emily Dickinson
Midsummer, was it, when They died --
A full, and perfect time --
The Summer closed upon itself
In Consummated Bloom --
Me, change! Me, alter!
© Emily Dickinson
Me, change! Me, alter!
Then I will, when on the Everlasting Hill
A Smaller Purple grows --
At sunset, or a lesser glow
Flickers upon Cordillera --
At Day's superior close!
Me from Myself -- to banish --
© Emily Dickinson
Me from Myself -- to banish --
Had I Art --
Impregnable my Fortress
Unto All Heart --
Me -- come! My dazzled face
© Emily Dickinson
Me -- come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!
Me -- hear! My foreign Ear
The sounds of Welcome -- there!
March is the Month of Expectation.
© Emily Dickinson
March is the Month of Expectation.
The things we do not know --
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now --
Many cross the Rhine
© Emily Dickinson
Many cross the Rhine
In this cup of mine.
Sip old Frankfort air
From my brown Cigar.
Mama never forgets her birds,
© Emily Dickinson
Mama never forgets her birds,
Though in another tree --
She looks down just as often
And just as tenderly
Make me a picture of the sun
© Emily Dickinson
Make me a picture of the sun --
So I can hang it in my room --
And make believe I'm getting warm
When others call it "Day"!
"Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer
© Emily Dickinson
"Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer --
Dawn -- to the Teneriffe --
Dice -- to the Maid --
Morning means just Risk -- to the Lover --
Just revelation -- to the Beloved --
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed --
© Emily Dickinson
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed --
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me -- and I smiled --
My Soul -- that Morning -- was My friend --
My nosegays are for Captives
© Emily Dickinson
My nosegays are for Captives --
Dim -- expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till Paradise.
My Maker -- let me be
© Emily Dickinson
My Maker -- let me be
Enamored most of thee --
But nearer this
I more should miss --
