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Love -- thou art high

© Emily Dickinson

Love -- thou art high --
I cannot climb thee --
But, were it Two --
Who know but we --
Taking turns -- at the Chimborazo --
Ducal -- at last -- stand up by thee --

It was given to me by the Gods

© Emily Dickinson

It was given to me by the Gods --
When I was a little Girl --
They given us Presents most -- you know --
When we are new -- and small.

If I may have it, when it's dead,

© Emily Dickinson

If I may have it, when it's dead,
I'll be contented -- so --
If just as soon as Breath is out
It shall belong to me --

If anybody's friend be dead

© Emily Dickinson

If anybody's friend be dead
It's sharpest of the theme
The thinking how they walked alive --
At such and such a time --

I meant to have but modest needs

© Emily Dickinson

I meant to have but modest needs --
Such as Content -- and Heaven --
Within my income -- these could lie
And Life and I -- keep even --

I could not prove the Years had feet --

© Emily Dickinson

I could not prove the Years had feet --
Yet confident they run
Am I, from symptoms that are past
And Series that are done --

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 --

How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand,

© Emily Dickinson

How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand,
Until a sudden sky
Reveals the fact that One is rapt
Forever from the Eye --

Her smile was shaped like other smiles --

© Emily Dickinson

Her smile was shaped like other smiles --
The Dimples ran along --
And still it hurt you, as some Bird
Did hoist herself, to sing,

Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier

© Emily Dickinson

Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier
And an effaceless "Few" are lifted there --
Nay -- lift themselves -- Fame has no Arms --
And but one smile -- that meagres Balms --

The Life that tied too tight escapes

© Emily Dickinson

The Life that tied too tight escapes
Will ever after run
With a prudential look behind
And spectres of the Rein --

The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea

© Emily Dickinson

The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea --
Forgets her own locality --
As I -- toward Thee --

Patience -- has a quiet Outer --

© Emily Dickinson

Patience -- has a quiet Outer --
Patience -- Look within --
Is an Insect's futile forces
Infinites -- between --

No matter -- now -- Sweet --

No matter -- now -- Sweet --
But when I'm Earl --
Won't you wish you'd spoken
To that dull Girl?

My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed --

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 --

If Nature smiles -- the Mother must

If Nature smiles -- the Mother must
I'm sure, at many a whim
Of Her eccentric Family --
Is She so much to blame?

I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --

I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --
It's such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences --
It's time o' year for Hay.

By Chivalries as tiny,

By Chivalries as tiny,
A Blossom, or a Book,
The seeds of smiles are planted --
Which blossom in the dark.

A Lady red -- amid the Hill

A Lady red -- amid the Hill
Her annual secret keeps!
A Lady white, within the Field
In placid Lily sleeps!