Poems begining by T
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Take all away --
© Emily Dickinson
Take all away --
The only thing worth larceny
Is left -- the Immortality --
'Twould ease -- a Butterfly --
© Emily Dickinson
'Twould ease -- a Butterfly --
Elate -- a Bee --
Thou'rt neither --
Neither -- thy capacity --
'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us --
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us --
Until there crept upon
A Chill -- like frost upon a Glass --
Till all the scene -- be gone.
'Twas the old -- road -- through pain
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas the old -- road -- through pain --
That unfrequented -- one --
With many a turn -- and thorn --
That stops -- at Heaven --
'Twas my one Glory --
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas my one Glory --
Let it be
Remembered
I was owned of Thee --
'Twas Love -- not me
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas Love -- not me --
Oh punish -- pray --
The Real one died for Thee --
Just Him -- not me --
'Twas later when the summer went
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas later when the summer went
Than when the Cricket came --
And yet we knew that gentle Clock
Meant nought but Going Home --
'Twas here my summer paused
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas here my summer paused
What ripeness after then
To other scene or other soul
My sentence had begun.
'Twas fighting for his Life he was --
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas fighting for his Life he was --
That sort accomplish well --
The Ordnance of Vitality
Is frugal of its Ball.
'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed --
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed --
That dull -- benumbing time
There is in Fever or Event --
And now the Chance had come --
'Twas awkward, but it fitted me --
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas awkward, but it fitted me --
An Ancient fashioned Heart --
Its only lore -- its Steadfastness --
In Change -- unerudite --
'Twas a long Parting -- but the time
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas a long Parting -- but the time
For Interview -- had Come --
Before the Judgment Seat of God --
The last -- and second time
'Tis true -- They shut me in the Cold --
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis true -- They shut me in the Cold --
But then -- Themselves were warm
And could not know the feeling 'twas --
Forget it -- Lord -- of Them --
'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou
No Station in the Day?
'Twas not thy wont, to hinder so --
Retrieve thine industry --
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates --
So over Horror, it half Captivates --
The Soul stares after it, secure --
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more --
'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War
In which we each were Conqueror
And each of us were slain
And Centuries 'twill be and more
'Tis Opposites -- entice
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Opposites -- entice --
Deformed Men -- ponder Grace --
Bright fires -- the Blanketless --
The Lost -- Day's face --
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts --
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts --
And then a Tract between
Set Cypherless -- to teach the Eye
The Value of its Ten --
'Tis not the swaying frame we miss,
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis not the swaying frame we miss,
It is the steadfast Heart,
That had it beat a thousand years,
With Love alone had bent,
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun
If I should spend it here --
Above him is too low a height
For his Barometer
