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As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And almost count it an Affront The presence to concede Of one however lovely, not The one that we have loved - So we evade the charge of Years On one attempting shy The Circumvention of the Shaft Of Life's Declivity.
Emily Dickinson
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Love - thou art Veiled - A few - behold thee - Smile - and alter - and prattle - and die - Bliss - were an Oddity - without thee - Nicknamed by God - Eternity -
Emily Dickinson
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You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!
Emily Dickinson
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Victory comes late-- And is held low to freezing lips-- Too rapt with frost To take it
Emily Dickinson
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Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity of doom.
Emily Dickinson
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We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
Emily Dickinson
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I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf.
Emily Dickinson
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All things do go a-courting, In earth, or sea, or air, God hath made nothing single But thee in His world so fair.
Emily Dickinson
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I know some lonely houses off the road A robber'd like the look of,-- Wooden barred, And windows hanging low
Emily Dickinson
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A Dominie in Gray-- Put gently up the evening Bars-- And led the flock away
Emily Dickinson
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A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
Emily Dickinson
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Best Witchcraft is Geometry To the magician's mind - His ordinary acts are feats To thinking of mankind.
Emily Dickinson
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Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.
Emily Dickinson
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Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing.
Emily Dickinson
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There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.
Emily Dickinson
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Which Anguish was the utterest--then-- To perish, or to live?
Emily Dickinson
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Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,-Life!
Emily Dickinson
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What shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it's dark, so very dark, and we wander, and know not where, and cannot get out of the forest - whose is the hand to help us, and to lead, and forever guide us? ... Where do you think I've strayed and from what new errand returned. I have come from to and fro, and walking up and down the same place that Satan hailed from when God asked where he'd been.
Emily Dickinson
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That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious Tis almost consequence, Is the eclat of death.
Emily Dickinson
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The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?
Emily Dickinson
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What Soft--Cherubic Creatures-- These Gentlewomen are-- One would as soon assault a Plush-- Or violate a Star
Emily Dickinson
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We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.
Emily Dickinson
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Spring is the Period Express from God.
Emily Dickinson
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The dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the grass, And winter instantly becomes An infinite alas.
Emily Dickinson
