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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Consecration

Love's Humility Consecration Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Forgotten

IX XI Forgotten There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man. It hurls its barbed syllables,— At once is mute again. But where it fell The saved will tell On…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Master

XI XIII The Master He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Satisfied

Love With a Flower Satisfied One blessing had I, than the rest So larger to my eyes That I stopped gauging, satisfied, For this enchanted size. It was the limit of my dream…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Song

With a Flower Loyalty Song Summer for thee grant I may be When summer days are flown! Thy music still when whippoorwill And oriole are done! For thee to bloom, I'll skip the…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Loyalty

Song VIII Loyalty Split the lark and you'll find the music, Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled, Scantily dealt to the summer morning, Saved for your ear when lutes be old.…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Who?

by EmilyDickinsonXVIXVIIIWho? Who? My friend must be a bird, Because it flies! Mortal my friend must be, Because it dies! Barbs has it, like a bee. Ah, curious friend, Thou…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Dreams

by EmilyDickinsonXVIIINumen LumenDreams Dreams Let me not mar that perfect dream By an auroral stain, But so adjust my daily night That it will come again.

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Longing

by EmilyDickinsonNumen LumenWeddedLonging Longing I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills That gaze upon his…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Wedded

by EmilyDickinsonLongingWedded Wedded A solemn thing it was, I said, A woman white to be, And wear, if God should count me fit, Her hallowed mystery. A timid thing to drop a life…