Poems begining by S
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Sweet, to have had them lost
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet, to have had them lost
For news that they be saved --
The nearer they departed Us
The nearer they, restored,
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart --
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart --
That knows -- and does not know --
And tosses like a Fleet of Balm --
Affronted by the snow --
Sweet Pirate of the heart,
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet Pirate of the heart,
Not Pirate of the Sea,
What wrecketh thee?
Some spice's Mutiny --
Some Attar's perfidy?
Confide in me.
Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie --
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie --
Never deny Me -- Never fly --
Those same unvarying Eyes
Turn on Me -- when I fail -- or feign,
Or take the Royal names in vain --
Their far -- slow -- Violet Gaze --
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'Tis then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take
Sweet hours have perished here;
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet hours have perished here;
This is a mighty room;
Within its precincts hopes have played, --
Now shadows in the tomb.
Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered
Every time -- for Two --
So that the Sum be never hindered
Through Decay of You --
Sweet -- safe -- Houses
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet -- safe -- Houses --
Glad -- gay -- Houses --
Sealed so stately tight --
Lids of Steel -- on Lids of Marble --
Locking Bare feet out --
Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death --
© Emily Dickinson
Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death --
Death -- tho'soever Broad,
Is Just Death, and cannot increase --
Suspense -- does not conclude --
Surprise is like a thrilling -- pungent --
© Emily Dickinson
Surprise is like a thrilling -- pungent --
Upon a tasteless meat
Alone -- too acrid -- but combined
An edible Delight.
Superiority to Fate
© Emily Dickinson
Superiority to Fate
Is difficult to gain
'Tis not conferred of Any
But possible to earn
Superfluous were the Sun
© Emily Dickinson
Superfluous were the Sun
When Excellence be dead
He were superfluous every Day
For every Day be said
Sunset that screens, reveals --
© Emily Dickinson
Sunset that screens, reveals --
Enhancing what we see
By menaces of Amethyst
And Moats of Mystery.
Summer laid her simple Hat
© Emily Dickinson
Summer laid her simple Hat
On its boundless Shelf --
Unobserved -- a Ribbon slipt,
Snatch it for yourself.
Summer is shorter than any one --
© Emily Dickinson
Summer is shorter than any one --
Life is shorter than Summer --
Seventy Years is spent as quick
As an only Dollar --
Summer has two Beginnings --
© Emily Dickinson
Summer has two Beginnings --
Beginning once in June --
Beginning in October
Affectingly again --
Summer for thee, grant I may be
© Emily Dickinson
Summer for thee, grant I may be
When Summer days are flown!
Thy music still, when Whipporwill
And Oriole -- are done!
Summer begins to have the look
© Emily Dickinson
Summer begins to have the look
Peruser of enchanting Book
Reluctantly but sure perceives
A gain upon the backward leaves --
Such is the Force of Happiness --
© Emily Dickinson
Such is the Force of Happiness --
The Least -- can lift a Ton
Assisted by its stimulus --
