Poems begining by W
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With thee, in the Desert
© Emily Dickinson
With thee, in the Desert --
With thee in the thirst --
With thee in the Tamarind wood --
Leopard breathes -- at last!
With sweetness unabated
© Emily Dickinson
With sweetness unabated
Informed the hour had come
With no remiss of triumph
The autumn started home
With Pinions of Disdain
© Emily Dickinson
With Pinions of Disdain
The soul can farther fly
Than any feather specified
in Ornithology --
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree
© Emily Dickinson
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree
'Tis early as our Breath
And mourners meet it going out
The moment of our death --
Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights
© Emily Dickinson
Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World --
Why should we hurry -- why indeed?
© Emily Dickinson
Why should we hurry -- why indeed?
When every way we fly
We are molested equally
By immortality.
Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so
© Emily Dickinson
Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so --
So sick -- to guess --
So strong -- to know --
So brave -- upon its little Bed
Whose Pink career may have a close
© Emily Dickinson
Whose Pink career may have a close
Portentous as our own, who knows?
To imitate these Neighbors fleet
In awe and innocence, were meet.
Whose are the little beds, I asked
© Emily Dickinson
Whose are the little beds, I asked
Which in the valleys lie?
Some shook their heads, and others smiled --
And no one made reply.
Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red --
© Emily Dickinson
Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red --
And Crews -- of solid Blood --
Did place upon the West -- Tonight --
As 'twere specific Ground --
Whoever disenchants
© Emily Dickinson
Whoever disenchants
A single Human soul
By failure of irreverence
Is guilty of the whole.
Who were "the Father and the Son"
© Emily Dickinson
Who were "the Father and the Son"
We pondered when a child,
And what had they to do with us
And when portentous told
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
© Emily Dickinson
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
The Countenance 'twould be.
Who guess at seeing, guess at loss
Of the Ability.
Who occupies this House?
© Emily Dickinson
Who occupies this House?
A Stranger I must judge
Since No one know His Circumstance --
'Tis well the name and age
Who never wanted -- maddest Joy
© Emily Dickinson
Who never wanted -- maddest Joy
Remains to him unknown --
The Banquet of Abstemiousness
Defaces that of Wine --
Who is the East?
© Emily Dickinson
Who is the East?
The Yellow Man
Who may be Purple if He can
That carries in the Sun.
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights --
© Emily Dickinson
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights --
With plain inspecting face --
"Did you" or "Did you not," to ask --
'Tis "Conscience" -- Childhood's Nurse --
Who has not found the Heaven -- below --
© Emily Dickinson
Who has not found the Heaven -- below --
Will fail of it above --
For Angels rent the House next ours,
Wherever we remove --
Who goes to dine must take his Feast
© Emily Dickinson
Who goes to dine must take his Feast
Or find the Banquet mean --
The Table is not laid without
Till it is laid within.
