As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away - Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy - A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon - The Dusk drew earlier in - The Morning foreign s...
A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer's morn - A flask of Dew - A Bee or two - A Breeze - a caper in the trees - And I'm a Rose! A few lines and there is an idyllic summer image. She herself becomes the rose. In her is the sepal protecting...
A Thought went up my mind today - That I have had before - But did not finish - some way back - I could not fix the Year - Nor where it went - nor why it came The second time to me - Nor definitely, what it was - Have I the Art to say - But somewhere...
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree - Another - on the Roof - A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves - And made the Gables laugh - A few went out to help the Brook That went to help the Sea - Myself Conjectured were they Pearls - What Necklace could be - The Dust...
Faith is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see - But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency. In this poem, Emily calls attention to the friction between science and religion. People only believe what they can see and use the invention of faith as...
Dear March - Come in - How glad I am - I hoped for you before - Put down your Hat - You must have walked - How out of Breath you are - Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me - I have so much to tell - I got your Letter, and the Birds - The Mapl...
A Bird came down the Walk - He did not know I saw - He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass - And then hopped sidewise to the Wall To let a Beetle pass - He glanced with rapid eyes That h...
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,...
I can wade Grief - Whole Pools of it - I'm used to that - But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet - And I tip - drunken - Let no Pebble - smile - 'Twas the New Liquor - That was all! Power is only Pain - Stranded, thro' Discipline, Till Weights -...
Nobody knows this little Rose - It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee. Only a Bee will miss it - Only a Butterfly, Hastening from far journey - On its breast to lie - Only a Bird will wonder - Only a Breeze will...
If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile, and half a spurn, As Housewives do, a Fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls - And put them each in separate Drawers, For fear the numbers fuse - If...
Will there really be a Morning? Is there such a thing as Day? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? Has it feet like Water lilies? Has it feathers like a Bird? Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard? Oh...
How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never fears - Whose Coat of elemental Brown A passing Universe put on, And independent as the Sun Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolu...
Hope is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many war...
Heart! We will forget him! You and I - tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave - I will forget the light! When you have done, pray tell me That I may straight begin! Haste! lest while you're lagging I remember him! She speaks to her heart as a dea...
