Poems begining by W
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When I hoped, I recollect
© Emily Dickinson
When I hoped, I recollect
Just the place I stood --
At a Window facing West --
Roughest Air -- was good --
When I hoped I feared --
© Emily Dickinson
When I hoped I feared --
Since I hoped I dared
Everywhere alone
As a Church remain --
When I have seen the Sun emerge
© Emily Dickinson
When I have seen the Sun emerge
From His amazing House --
And leave a Day at every Door
A Deed, in every place --
When Etna basks and purrs
© Emily Dickinson
When Etna basks and purrs
Naples is more afraid
Than when she show her Garnet Tooth --
Security is loud --
When Diamonds are a Legend,
© Emily Dickinson
When Diamonds are a Legend,
And Diadems -- a Tale --
I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,
Do sow, and Raise for sale --
When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins
© Emily Dickinson
When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins
The Positive -- of Bells --
When Cogs -- stop -- that's Circumference --
The Ultimate -- of Wheels.
When a Lover is a Beggar
© Emily Dickinson
When a Lover is a Beggar
Abject is his Knee --
When a Lover is an Owner
Different is he --
Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
© Emily Dickinson
Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
Awful Father of Love --
Is not Ours the chastising --
Do not chastise the Dove --
What would I give to see his face?
© Emily Dickinson
Then I have "shares" in Primrose "Banks" --
Daffodil Dowries -- spicy "Stocks" --
Dominions -- broad as Dew --
Bags of Doublons -- adventurous Bees
Brought me -- from firmamental seas --
And Purple -- from Peru --
What Twigs We held by --
© Emily Dickinson
What Twigs We held by --
Oh the View
When Life's swift River striven through
We pause before a further plunge
To take Momentum --
As the Fringe
What shall I do when the Summer troubles --
© Emily Dickinson
What shall I do when the Summer troubles --
What, when the Rose is ripe --
What when the Eggs fly off in Music
From the Maple Keep?
What shall I do -- it whimpers so
© Emily Dickinson
What shall I do -- it whimpers so --
This little Hound within the Heart
All day and night with bark and start --
And yet, it will not go --
What mystery pervades a well!
© Emily Dickinson
What mystery pervades a well!
That water lives so far --
A neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar
What if I say I shall not wait!
© Emily Dickinson
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate --
And pass escaped -- to thee!
What I see not, I better see --
© Emily Dickinson
What I see not, I better see --
Through Faith -- my Hazel Eye
Has periods of shutting --
But, No lid has Memory --
What I can do -- I will
© Emily Dickinson
What I can do -- I will --
Though it be little as a Daffodil --
That I cannot -- must be
Unknown to possibility --
What did They do since I saw Them?
© Emily Dickinson
What did They do since I saw Them?
Were They industrious?
So many questions to put Them
Have I the eagerness
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer --
© Emily Dickinson
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer --
What care the Dead for Day?
'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face --
And Purple Ribaldry -- of Morning
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee
© Emily Dickinson
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee
How long a Day I could endure
Though thine attention stop not on me
Nor the least signal, Me assure --
Were natural mortal lady
© Emily Dickinson
Were natural mortal lady
Who had so little time
To pack her trunk and order
The great exchange of clime --
