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White as an Indian Pipe
White as an Indian Pipe Red as a Cardinal Flower Fabulous as a Moon at Noon Febuary Hour –
Category Emily Dickinson
We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Who goes to dine must take his Feast
Who goes to dine must take his Feast Or find the Banquet mean – The Table is not laid without Till it is laid within – For Pattern is the Mind bestowed That imitating her Our most ignoble Services Exhibit…
Who has not found the Heaven – below
Who has not found the Heaven – below – Will fail of it above – For Angels rent the House next our’s, Wherever we remove –
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights, With plain inspecting face – “Did you” or “Did you not,” to ask – ‘Tis “Conscience,” Childhood’s Nurse – With Martial Hand she strokes the Hair Upon my wincing Head – “All” Rogues…
Who is the East?
Who is the East? The Yellow Man Who may be Purple if He can That carries in the Sun. Who is the West? The Purple Man Who may be Yellow if He can That lets Him out again.
Who never wanted – maddest Joy
Who never wanted – maddest Joy Remains to him unknown – The Banquet of Abstemiousness Defaces that of Wine – Within it’s reach, though yet ungrasped Desire’s perfect Goal – No nearer – lest the Actual – Should disenthrall thy…
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say The Countenance ’twould be – Who guess at seeing, guess at loss Of the Ability – The Emigrant of Light, it is Afflicted for the Day – The Blindness that beheld and blest –…
Who were “the Father and the Son”
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child – And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling By childhood fortified We thought, at least they are no worse Than…
Whoever disenchants
Whoever disenchants A single Human soul By failure of irreverence Is guilty of the whole – As guileless as a Bird As graphic as a Star Till the suggestion sinister Things are not what they are –
Whose cheek is this?
Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her – “pleiad” – in the woods And bore her safe away – Robins, in the tradition Did cover such with leaves, But which the cheek…