Category Emily Dickinson

Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum— The shorter Fate—is oftener the chiefest Because Inheritors upon a tenure Prize—

Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.

Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity— That our ignoble Eyes The quality conceive Of Paradise superlative— Through their Comparative.

Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words That Heaven if Heaven—must contain What Either left behind And then the cheer too solemn grew For language, and the wind…

Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the land— Oh God! the Other One! The stray ships—passing— Spied a face— Upon the waters borne— With eyes in death—still begging raised— And hands—beseeching—thrown!

Two butterflies went out at noonAnd waltzed above a stream,Then stepped straight through the firmamentAnd rested on a beam; And then together bore awayUpon a shining sea,—Though never yet, in any portTheir coming mentioned be. If spoken by the distant…

Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been— Two full Autumns for the Squirrel Bounteous prepared— Nature, Had’st thou not a Berry For thy wandering Bird?

‘Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ‘Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ‘Twas such a greedy, greedy wave That licked it from the Coast— Nor ever guessed the stately sails My little craft…

‘Twas Crisis—All the length had passed— That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw The privilege to live Or warrant to report the Soul The other side…