Poems begining by T
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The pedigree of Honey
© Emily Dickinson
The Pedigree of Honey
Does not concern the Bee --
A Clover, any time, to him,
Is Aristocracy --
The pattern of the sun
© Emily Dickinson
The pattern of the sun
Can fit but him alone
For sheen must have a Disk
To be a sun --
The Past is such a curious Creature
© Emily Dickinson
The Past is such a curious Creature
To look her in the Face
A Transport may receipt us
Or a Disgrace --
The overtakelessness of those
© Emily Dickinson
The overtakelessness of those
Who have accomplished Death
Majestic is to me beyond
The majesties of Earth.
The Outer -- from the Inner
© Emily Dickinson
The Outer -- from the Inner
Derives its Magnitude --
'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
As is the Central Mood --
The Opening and the Close
© Emily Dickinson
The Opening and the Close
Of Being, are alike
Or differ, if they do,
As Bloom upon a Stalk.
The ones that disappeared are back
© Emily Dickinson
The ones that disappeared are back
The Phoebe and the Crow
Precisely as in March is heard
The curtness of the Jay --
The One who could repeat the Summer day
© Emily Dickinson
The One who could repeat the Summer day --
Were greater than itself -- though He
Minutest of Mankind should be --
The Notice that is called the Spring
© Emily Dickinson
The Notice that is called the Spring
Is but a month from here --
Put up my Heart thy Hoary work
And take a Rosy Chair.
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
© Emily Dickinson
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
With but a single Star --
That often as a Cloud it met --
Blew out itself -- for fear --
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --
© Emily Dickinson
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --
At Evening, it is not --
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stop upon a Spot
The Murmur of a Bee
© Emily Dickinson
The Murmur of a Bee
A Witchcraft -- yieldeth me --
If any ask me why --
'Twere easier to die --
Than tell --
The Mountains stood in Haze --
© Emily Dickinson
The Mountains stood in Haze --
The Valleys stopped below
And went or waited as they liked
The River and the Sky.
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
© Emily Dickinson
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
In his tremendous Chair --
His observation omnifold,
His inquest, everywhere --
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met
© Emily Dickinson
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met
Embarked upon a twig today
And till Dominion set
I famish to behold so eminent a sight
The most pathetic thing I do
© Emily Dickinson
The most pathetic thing I do
Is play I hear from you --
I make believe until my Heart
Almost believes it too
The most important population
© Emily Dickinson
The most important population
Unnoticed dwell,
They have a heaven each instant
Not any hell.
The Morning after Woe
© Emily Dickinson
The Morning after Woe --
'Tis frequently the Way --
Surpasses all that rose before --
For utter Jubilee --
The Moon upon her fluent Route
© Emily Dickinson
The Moon upon her fluent Route
Defiant of a Road --
The Star's Etruscan Argument
Substantiate a God --
