Emily Dickinson quotes - page 8
The grass so little has to do,-
A sphere of simple green,
With only butterflies to brood,
And bees to entertain,
And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;
And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine,-
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
And even when it dies, to pass
In odors so divine,
As lowly spices gone to sleep,
Or amulets of pine.
And then to dwell in sovereign barns,
And dream the days away,-
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were a hay!
Emily Dickinson
It tossed and tossed,-
A little brig I knew,-
O'ertook by blast,
It spun and spun,
And groped delirious, for morn.
It slipped and slipped,
As one that drunken stepped;
Its white foot tripped,
Then dropped from sight.
Ah, brig, good-night
To crew and you;
The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue,
To break for you.
Emily Dickinson
Nature is what we see,
The Hill, the Afternoon-
Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee,
Nay-Nature is Heaven.
Nature is what we hear,
The Bobolink, the Sea-
Thunder, the Cricket-
Nay,-Nature is Harmony.
Nature is what we know
But have no art to say,
So impotent our wisdom is
To Her simplicity.
Emily Dickinson
Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise.
Three times, 't is said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
To that abhorred abodeWhere hope and he part company,-
For he is grasped of God.
The Maker's cordial visage,
However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,
Like an adversity.
Emily Dickinson
Our journey had advanced;
Our feet were almost come
To that odd fork in Being's road,
Eternity by term.Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet reluctant led.
Before were cities, but between,
The forest of the dead.Retreat was out of hope,-
Behind, a sealed route,
Eternity's white flag before,
And God at every gate.
Emily Dickinson
