| Wild Nights
by Emily Dickinson Wild nights. Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port
Done with the compass
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden.
Ah, the sea.
Might I but moor
Tonight with thee!
The Grave
by Emily Dickinson
The grave my little cottage is, Where, keeping house for thee,
I make my parlor orderly,
And lay the marble tea,
For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
'Till everlasting life unite
In strong society.
It's all I have to bring to-day
by Emily Dickinson
It's all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget, --
Someone the sum could tell, --
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
Many Times Thought
by Emily Dickinson
I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away,
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
When far at sea they stay.
And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
That many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.
My Friend
by Emily Dickinson My friend must be a bird
Because he flies.
Mortal, my friend must be
Because he dies!
Barbs has he, like a bee.
Ah, curious friend.
Thou puzzlest me
Hope is a Thing With Feathers
by Emily Dickinson Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without words
And never stops at all.
And sweetest, in the gale, is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That keeps so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It ask a crumb of me.
A Charm Invests a Face
by Emily Dickinson
A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.
But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies,
Lest interview annul a want
That image satisfies.
Proud of my Broken Heart
by Emily Dickinson Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain, I did not feel till thee.
Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos't shake it.
Not to partake thy passion, -my humility
I Have No Life But This
by Emily Dickinson I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The Realm of You!
Heart, We Will Forget Him
by Emily Dickinson Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
I Should Not Dare
by Emily Dickinson I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because if he should die
While I was gone and I -too late,
Should reach the heart that wanted me,
If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see
And could not bear to shut until
He noticed me, -he noticed me,
If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I'd come -so sure I'd come
It listening, listening went to sleep
Reciting my tardy name.
I Gave Myself To Him
by Emily Dickinson I gave myself to him
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way
The value might disappoint
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect
The daily own of love.
Depreciates the sight
But, 'till the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.
At least, "'tis mutual risk"
(Some found it mutual gain)
Sweet debt of life -each night to owe,
Insolvent every noon!
My heart would wish it broke before
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Is useless as next morning's sun
To erase a midnight's tear.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! 'lest while you're lagging
I may remember him! Come Slowly
by Emily Dickinson Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms!
The Heart Asks
by Emily Dickinson The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain;
And then those little anodynes
That deaden suffering,
And then to go to sleep
And then, if it should be,
The will of its Inquisitor
The liberty to die!
My River
by Emily Dickinson My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
Oh! sea, look graciously.
I?ll fetch thee brooks
from spotted nooks.
Say, sea,
Take me! If I May Have It
by Emily Dickinson If I may have it when it?s dead
I will contented be;
If just as soon as breath is out
It shall belong to me, Until they lock it in the grave,
'Tis bliss I cannot weigh,
For though they lock thee in the grave,
Myself can hold the key. Think of it, lover! I and thee
Permitted face to face to be;
After a life, a death we'll say, -
For death was that, but this is thee.
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