Poems begining by S

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Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music --

© Emily Dickinson

Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music --
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled --
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.

Soul, take thy risk.

© Emily Dickinson

Soul, take thy risk.
With Death to be
Were better than be not
With thee

Sometimes with the Heart

© Emily Dickinson

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few -- love at all.

Some things that fly there be

© Emily Dickinson

Some things that fly there be --
Birds -- Hours -- the Bumblebee --
Of these no Elegy.

Soft as the massacre of Suns

© Emily Dickinson

Soft as the massacre of Suns
By Evening's Sabres slain

So proud she was to die

© Emily Dickinson

So proud she was to die
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed --

So I pull my Stockings off

© Emily Dickinson

So I pull my Stockings off
Wading in the Water
For the Disobedience' Sake
Boy that lived for "or'ter"

So from the mould

© Emily Dickinson

So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise --
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.

Shells from the Coast mistaking --

© Emily Dickinson

Shells from the Coast mistaking --
I cherished them for All --
Happening in After Ages
To entertain a Pearl --

She went as quiet as the Dew

© Emily Dickinson

She went as quiet as the Dew
From an Accustomed flower.
Not like the Dew, did she return
At the Accustomed hour!

She laid her docile Crescent down

© Emily Dickinson

She laid her docile Crescent down
And this confiding Stone
Still states to Dates that have forgot
The News that she is gone --

She died at play,

© Emily Dickinson

She died at play,
Gambolled away
Her lease of spotted hours,
Then sank as gaily as a Turn
Upon a Couch of flowers.

She bore it till the simple veins

© Emily Dickinson

She bore it till the simple veins
Traced azure on her hand --
Til pleading, round her quiet eyes
The purple Crayons stand.

Savior! I've no one else to tell

© Emily Dickinson

Savior! I've no one else to tell --
And so I trouble thee.
I am the one forgot thee so --
Dost thou remember me?

Surgeons must be very careful

Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit -- Life!

Sunset at Night -- is natural

Sunset at Night -- is natural --
But Sunset on the Dawn
Reverses Nature -- Master --
So Midnight's -- due -- at Noon.

Some say goodnight -- at night --

Some say goodnight -- at night --
I say goodnight by day --
Good-bye -- the Going utter me --
Goodnight, I still reply --

So give me back to Death --

So give me back to Death --
The Death I never feared
Except that it deprived of thee --
And now, by Life deprived,

So bashful when I spied her!

So bashful when I spied her!
So pretty -- so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets
Lest anybody find --

She slept beneath a tree

She slept beneath a tree --
Remembered but by me.
I touched her Cradle mute --
She recognized the foot --
Put on her carmine suit
And see!