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That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
Source: poem no....
The abdication of Belief
Makes the Behavior small --
Better an ignis fatuus
Than no illume at...
This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me--
The simple News that Nature told--
With tender...
Pain - has an Element of Blank -
It cannot recollect
When it begun - or if there were
A time when it was not...
If I can stop one Heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one...
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing...
Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.
Source: Letter, 187?; in...
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise.
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures...
To live is so startling, it leaves little time for anything else.
Source: In...
The distance that the dead have gone
Does not at first appear --
Their coming back seems possible
For many an...
There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of Cathedral...
This is the Hour of Lead --
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow --
First --Chill...
What fortitude the Soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming Foot--
The opening of a...
His Labor is a Chant --
His Idleness --a Tune --
Oh, for a Bee's experience
Of Clovers, and of...
If I shouldn't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial...
Where thou art, that is home.
Source: In
Remorse --is Memory --awake --
Her Parties all astir --
A Presence of Departed Acts --
At window --and at...
The Pedigree of Honey
Does not concern the Bee --
A Clover, any time, to him,
Is Aristocracy...
Luck is not chance --
It's toil --
Fortune's expensive smile Is earned.
He ate and drank the precious Words,
His Spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his...