Emily Dickinson Museum

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die -

I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -

Great Streets of silence led away To Neighborhoods of Pause - Here was no Notice - no Dissent No Universe - no Laws - By Clocks, ’Twas Morning, and for Night The Bells at Distance called - But Epoch had no basis here For Period exhaled.

Were it to be the last How infinite would be What we did not suspect was marked Our final interview.

Were it to be the last How infinite would be What we did not suspect was marked Our final interview.

The Day grew small, surrounded tight By early, stooping Night - The Afternoon in Evening deep It’s Yellow shortness dropt - The Winds went out their martial ways The Leaves obtained excuse - November hung his Granite Hat Opon a nail of Plush -

When Etna basks and purrs Naples is more afraid Than when she shows her Garnet Tooth - Security is loud -

The duties of the Wind are few - To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escort, And usher Liberty. The pleasures of the Wind are broad, To dwell Extent among, Remain, or wander, Speculate, or Forests entertain - The kinsmen of the Wind, are Peaks Azof - the Equinox, Also with Bird and Asteroid A bowing intercourse - The limitations of the Wind Do he exist, or die, Too wise he seems for Wakelessness, However, know not I -

The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun -

The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree At night beneath the star That it was Febuary’s Foot Experience would swear - Like Winter as a Face We stern and former knew Repaired of all but Loneliness By Nature’s Alibi - Were every Storm so spice The Value could not be - We buy with contrast - Pang is good As near as memory -

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - Now know I - They both visited And settled Regions wild - But did because they died A Fact witheld the little child -

In thy long Paradise of Light No moment will there be When I shall long for Earthly Play And mortal Company -

Soft as the massacre of Suns By Evening’s sabres slain

Paradise is that old mansion Many owned before - Occupied by each an instant Then reversed the Door - Bliss is frugal of her Leases Adam taught her Thrift Bankrupt once through his excesses

Oh Heart within the Coal Hast thou survived so many years? The smouldering embers smile - Soft stirs the news of Light The stolid seconds glow One requisite has Fire that lasts Prometheus never knew -

The murmuring of Bees, has ceased But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come. The lower metres of the Year When Nature’s laugh is done The Revelations of the Book Whose Genesis was June. Appropriate Creatures to her change The Typic Mother sends As Accent fades to interval With separating Friends Till what we speculate, has been And thoughts we will not show More intimate with us become Than Persons, that we know.

A full fed Rose on meals of Tint A Dinner for a Bee In process of the Noon became - Each bright mortality The Forfeit is of Creature fair Itself, adored before Submitting for our unknown sake To be esteemed no more

The Lightning is a yellow Fork From Tables in the Sky By inadvertent fingers dropt The awful Cutlery Of mansions never quite disclosed And never quite concealed The Apparatus of the Dark To ignorance revealed -

We do not know the time we lose - The awful moment is And takes it’s fundamental place Among the certainties - A firm appearance still inflates The card - the chance - the friend - The spectre of solidities Whose substances are sand -

There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstance of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought And whoso it befall Is richer than could be revealed By mortal numeral -

Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be. To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry - How went the Agile Kernel out Contusion of the Husk Nor Rip, nor wrinkle indicate But just an Asterisk.

Soul, take thy risk, With Death to be Were better than be not with thee

None who saw it ever told it ’Tis as hid as Death Had for that specific treasure A departing breath - Surfaces may be invested Did the Diamond grow General as the Dandelion Would you serve it so?

I fit for them - I seek the Dark Till I am thorough fit. The labor is a sober one With the austerer sweet - That abstinence of mine produce A purer food for them, if I succeed, If not I had The transport of the Aim -

Distance - is not the Realm of Fox Nor by Relay of Bird Abated - Distance is Until thyself, Beloved.

After the Sun comes out How it alters the World - Wagons like messengers hurry about Yesterday is old - All men meet as if Each foreclosed a news - Fresh as a Cargo from Balize Nature’s qualities -

His Bill is locked - his Eye estranged His Feathers wilted low - The Claws that clung, like lifeless Gloves Indifferent hanging now - The Joy that in his happy Throat Was waiting to be poured Gored through and through with Death, to be Assassin of a Bird Resembles to my outraged mind The firing in Heaven, On Angels - squandering for you Their Miracles of Tune -

Between the form of Life and Life The difference is as big As Liquor at the Lip between And liquor in the Jug The latter - excellent to keep - But for extatic need The corkless is superior - I know for I have tried

I cannot meet the Spring - unmoved - I feel the old desire - A Hurry with a lingering, mixed, A Warrant to be fair - A Competition in my sense With something, hid in Her - And as she vanishes, Remorse I saw no more of Her -

The Sky is low - the Clouds are mean. A Travelling Flake of Snow Across a Barn or through a Rut Debates if it will go - A Narrow Wind complains all Day How some one treated him Nature, like Us is sometimes caught Without her Diadem -