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1571. How slow the Wind —

How slow the Wind — how slow the sea — how late their Feathers be!

317. Just so — Jesus — raps —

Just so — Jesus — raps — He — doesn't weary — Last — at the Knocker — And first — at the Bell. Then — on divinest tiptoe — standing — Might He but spy the lady's soul — When He — retires — Chilled — or weary — It will be ample time for — me — Patient — upon the steps — until then — Hears! I am knocking — low at thee.

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1699. To do a magnanimous thing

To do a magnanimous thing And take oneself by surprise If oneself is not in the habit of him Is precisely the finest of Joys — Not to do a magnanimous thing Notwithstanding it never be known Notwithstanding it cost us existence once Is Rapture herself spurn —

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174. At last, to be identified!

At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning Star! Past Sunrise! Ah, What leagues there were Between our feet, and Day!

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1530. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring

A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring In contrast with the things that sing Not Birds entirely — but Minds — Minute Effulgencies and Winds — When what they sung for is undone Who cares about a Blue Bird's Tune — Why, Resurrection had to wait Till they had moved a Stone —

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122. A something in a summer's Day

A something in a summer's Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's noon — A depth — an Azure — a perfume — Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summer's night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see — Then veil my too inspecting face Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace Flutter too far for me — The wizard fingers never rest — The purple brook within the breast Still chafes its narrow bed — Still rears the East her amber Flag — Guides still the sun along the Crag His Caravan of Red — So looking on — the night — the morn Conclude the wonder gay — And I meet, coming thro' the dews Another summer's Day!

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1022. I knew that I had gained

I knew that I had gained And yet I knew not how By Diminution it was not But Discipline unto A Rigor unrelieved Except by the Content Another bear its Duplicate In other Continent.

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1328. The vastest earthly Day

The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall —

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1486. Her spirit rose to such a height

Her spirit rose to such a height Her countenance it did inflate Like one that fed on awe. More prudent to assault the dawn Than merit the ethereal scorn That effervesced from her.

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1251. Silence is all we dread.

Silence is all we dread. There's Ransom in a Voice — But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

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995. This was in the White of the Year —

This was in the White of the Year — That — was in the Green — Drifts were as difficult then to think As Daisies now to be seen — Looking back is best that is left Or if it be — before — Retrospection is Prospect's half, Sometimes, almost more.

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1685. The butterfly obtains

The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology — Because he travels freely And wears a proper coat The circumspect are certain That he is dissolute — Had he the homely scutcheon Of modest Industry 'Twere fitter certifying For Immortality —

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1357. "Faithful to the end" Amended [version 2]

"Faithful to the end" Amended From the Heavenly clause — Lucrative indeed the offer But the Heart withdraws — "I will give" the base Proviso — Spare Your "Crown of Life" — Those it fits, too fair to wear it — Try it on Yourself —

#1357 #emily dickinson #poetry

1663. His mind of man, a secret makes

His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start He carries a circumference In which I have no part — Or even if I deem I do He otherwise may know Impregnable to inquest However neighborly —

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1318. Frigid and sweet Her parting Face —

Frigid and sweet Her parting Face — Frigid and fleet my Feet — Alien and vain whatever Clime Acrid whatever Fate. Given to me without the Suit Riches and Name and Realm — Who was She to withhold from me Penury and Home?

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675. Essential Oils — are wrung —

Essential Oils — are wrung — The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Suns — alone — It is the gift of Screws — The General Rose — decay — But this — in Lady's Drawer Make Summer — When the Lady lie In Ceaseless Rosemary —

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1467. A little overflowing word

A little overflowing word That any, hearing, had inferred For Ardor or for Tears, Though Generations pass away, Traditions ripen and decay, As eloquent appears —

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