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To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --
True Poems flee --
Prayer is the little implement
Through which men reach
Where presence - is denied...
To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.
Source: Letter, 1879; in Letters...
No Life can pompless pass away --
The lowliest career
To the same Pageant wends its way
As that exalted here...
Let us go in; the fog is rising.
Source: Attributed last words; in A Certain World,...
I hope you love birds, too. It is economical. It saves going to Heaven.
Source:...
The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend --
Or the most agonizing Spy --
An Enemy --could send...
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal...
I felt it shelter to speak to you.
Source: Letter, 1878; in Letters of Emily...
Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie --
That Commerce will continue --
And...
They say God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
Dreams are the subtle Dower
That make us rich an Hour
Then fling us poor
Out of the purple...
Hope it strange invention --
A Patent of the Heart --
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing...
Unto a broken heart
No other one may go
Without the high prerogative
Itself hath suffered...
I took one Draught of Life --
I'll tell you what I paid --
Precisely an existence --
The market price, they...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church --
I keep it, staying at Home --
With a Bobolink for a Chorister --
And...
His mind of man, a secret makes
I meet him with a start
He carries a circumference
In which I have no...
We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.
Source: Letter, 1874; in...
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing Eyes --
I wonder if It weighs like Mine --
Or has an Easier...
This World is not Conclusion.
A Sequel stands beyond--
Invisible, as Music--
But positive, as...