Category Emily Dickinson

Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified— Through this—the old Philosopher— His Talismanic Stone Discernéd—still withholden To effort undivine— ‘Twas this—allured Columbus— When Genoa—withdrew Before an Apparition Baptized America— The…

Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith

Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant— Too narrow is the Right between— Too imminent the chance— Each Consciousness must emigrate And lose its neighbor once—

To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I, They may take the trifle Termed mortality!

To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod Espoused a Violet, That chiefer to the Skies Than to himself, allied, Dwelt hesitating, half of Dust, And half of Day, the Bride.

To put this World down, like a Bundle— And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ‘Tis the Scarlet way Trodden with straight renunciation By the Son of God— Later, his faint Confederates Justify the Road— Flavors of that old Crucifixion—…

To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain Is an unfurnished Circumstance Possession is to One As an Estate perpetual Or a reduceless Mine.

To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise? To lead Him to the Well And let Him hear it drip Remind Him, would it not, somewhat Of His…

To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine To lend an Ample Sinew Unto a Nameless Man— Whose Homely Benediction No other—stopped to earn—