Poems begining by W
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What we see we know somewhat
© Emily Dickinson
What we see we know somewhat
Be it but a little --
What we don't surmise we do
Though it shows so fickle
What Inn is this
© Emily Dickinson
What Inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar Traveller comes?
Who is the Landlord?
Went up a year this evening!
© Emily Dickinson
Went up a year this evening!
I recollect it well!
Amid no bells nor bravoes
The bystanders will tell!
We dream -- it is good we are dreaming --
© Emily Dickinson
We dream -- it is good we are dreaming --
It would hurt us -- were we awake --
But since it is playing -- kill us,
And we are playing -- shriek --
We don't cry -- Tim and I,
© Emily Dickinson
We don't cry -- Tim and I,
We are far too grand --
But we bolt the door tight
To prevent a friend --
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
© Emily Dickinson
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because --
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer -- Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
Witchcraft was hung, in History,
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas such a little -- little boat
That toddled down the bay!
'Twas such a gallant -- gallant sea
That beckoned it away!
Will there really be a "Morning"?
© Emily Dickinson
Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Where Ships of Purple -- gently toss
© Emily Dickinson
Where Ships of Purple -- gently toss --
On Seas of Daffodil --
Fantastic Sailors -- mingle --
And then -- the Wharf is still!
Where I have lost, I softer tread
© Emily Dickinson
Where I have lost, I softer tread --
I sow sweet flower from garden bed --
I pause above that vanished head
And mourn.
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,
© Emily Dickinson
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,
When Katie runs unwearied they follow on the road,
When Katie kneels, their loving hands still clasp her pious knee --
Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, with two so knit to thee!
What tenements of clover
© Emily Dickinson
What tenements of clover
Are fitting for the bee,
What edifices azure
For butterflies and me --
What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures
© Emily Dickinson
What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures --
These Gentlewomen are --
One would as soon assault a Plush --
Or violate a Star --
We talked as Girls do --
© Emily Dickinson
We talked as Girls do --
Fond, and late --
We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave --
Of ours, none affair --
We should not mind so small a flower
© Emily Dickinson
We should not mind so small a flower --
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the Lawn again.
Within my reach!
© Emily Dickinson
Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered thro' the village --
What is -- "Paradise"
© Emily Dickinson
What is -- "Paradise" --
Who live there --
Are they "Farmers" --
Do they "hoe" --
Do they know that this is "Amherst" --
And that I -- am coming -- too --
We outgrow love, like other things
© Emily Dickinson
We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer --
Till it an Antique fashion shows --
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
We grow accustomed to the Dark
© Emily Dickinson
We grow accustomed to the Dark --
When light is put away --
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye --
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
© Emily Dickinson
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
And Violets are done --
When Bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the Sun --
