Poems begining by T
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The way Hope builds his House
© Emily Dickinson
The way Hope builds his House
It is not with a sill --
Nor Rafter -- has that Edifice
But only Pinnacle --
The waters chased him as he fled,
© Emily Dickinson
The waters chased him as he fled,
Not daring look behind --
A billow whispered in his Ear,
"Come home with me, my friend --
The Veins of other Flowers
© Emily Dickinson
The Veins of other Flowers
The Scarlet Flowers are
Till Nature leisure has for Terms
As "Branch," and "Jugular."
The vastest earthly Day
© Emily Dickinson
The vastest earthly Day
Is shrunken small
By one Defaulting Face
Behind a Pall --
The Truth -- is stirless --
© Emily Dickinson
The Truth -- is stirless --
Other force -- may be presumed to move --
This -- then -- is best for confidence --
When oldest Cedars swerve --
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
© Emily Dickinson
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun --
The Treason of an accent
© Emily Dickinson
The Treason of an accent
Might Ecstasy transfer --
Of her effacing Fathom
Is no Recoverer --
The thought beneath so slight a film
© Emily Dickinson
The thought beneath so slight a film --
Is more distinctly seen --
As laces just reveal the surge --
Or mists -- the Apennine
The things we thought that we should do
© Emily Dickinson
The things we thought that we should do
We other things have done
But those peculiar industries
Have never been begun --
The Things that never can come back, are several --
© Emily Dickinson
The Things that never can come back, are several --
Childhood -- some forms of Hope -- the Dead --
Though Joys -- like Men -- may sometimes make a Journey --
And still abide --
The Test of Love -- is Death --
© Emily Dickinson
The Test of Love -- is Death --
Our Lord -- "so loved" -- it saith --
What Largest Lover -- hath
Another -- doth --
The Symptom of the Gale --
© Emily Dickinson
The Symptom of the Gale --
The Second of Dismay --
Between its Rumor and its Face --
Is almost Revelry --
The Sweets of Pillage, can be known
© Emily Dickinson
The Sweets of Pillage, can be known
To no one but the Thief --
Compassion for Integrity
Is his divinest Grief --
The sweetest Heresy received
© Emily Dickinson
The sweetest Heresy received
That Man and Woman know --
Each Other's Convert --
Though the Faith accommodate but Two --
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
© Emily Dickinson
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
Where Sunset hence must be
For treason not of His, but Life's,
Gone Westerly, Today --
The Sunrise runs for Both --
© Emily Dickinson
The Sunrise runs for Both --
The East -- Her Purple Troth
Keeps with the Hill --
The Noon unwinds Her Blue
Till One Breadth cover Two --
Remotest -- still --
The Sun went down -- no Man looked on --
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun went down -- no Man looked on --
The Earth and I, alone,
Were present at the Majesty --
He triumphed, and went on --
The Sun retired to a cloud
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun retired to a cloud
A Woman's shawl as big --
And then he sulked in mercury
Upon a scarlet log --
The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still
No Hue of Afternoon --
Upon the Village I perceived
From House to House 'twas Noon --
The Sun is one -- and on the Tare
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun is one -- and on the Tare
He doth as punctual call
As on the conscientious Flower
And estimates them all --
