Category Emily Dickinson

Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom A “Mansion” for the Rat! Snug in seraphic Cupboards To nibble all the day While unsuspecting Cycles Wheel solemnly away!

Pain—expands the Time— Ages coil within The minute Circumference Of a single Brain— Pain contracts—the Time— Occupied with Shot Gamuts of Eternities Are as they were not—

Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know— Berries are nice! But—if I stained my Apron— God would certainly scold! Oh, dear,—I guess if He were a Boy— He’d—climb—if He could!

Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise— Snatches, from Baptized Generations— Cadences too grand But for the Justified Processions At the Lord’s Right hand.

Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air— Danger! What is that to Her? Better ’tis to fail—there— Than debate—here— Blue is Blue—the World through— Amber—Amber—Dew—Dew— Seek—Friend—and see— Heaven…

Ourselves were wed one summer—dear— Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime failed, I wearied—too—of mine— And overtaken in the Dark— Where You had put me down— By Some one carrying a Light— I—too—received the Sign. ‘Tis true—Our…

Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning— Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way! Here a mist, and there a mist, Afterwards—Day!