Alter! When The Hills Do

Alter! When the Hills do—

Falter! When the Sun

Question if His Glory

Be the Perfect One—

Surfeit! When the Daffodil

Doth of the Dew—

Even as Herself—Sir—

I will—of You—

--Emily Dickinson

I Gave Myself To Him

I gave myself to Him—

And took Himself, for Pay,

The solemn contract of a Life

Was ratified, this way—

The Wealth might disappoint—

Myself a poorer prove

Than this great Purchaser suspect,

The Daily Own—of Love

Depreciate the Vision—

But till the Merchant buy—

Still Fable—in the Isles of Spice—

The subtle Cargoes—lie—

At least—‘tis Mutual—Risk—

Some—found it—Mutual Gain—

Sweet Debt of Life—Each Night to owe—

Insolvent—every Noon—

--Emily Dickinson

It Was A Quiet Way

It was a quiet way—

He asked if I was his—

I made no answer of the Tongue

But answer of the Eyes—

And then He bore me on

Before this mortal noise

With swiftness, as of Chariots

And distance, as of Wheels.

This World did drop away

As Acres from the feet

Of one that leaneth from Balloon

Upon an Ether stree.

The Gult behind was not,

The Continents were new—

Eternity it was before

Eternity was due.

No Seasons were to us—

It was not Night nor Morn—

But Sunrise stopped upon the place

And fastened it in Dawn.

--Emily Dickinson

“Of all the Souls that stand create—“

Of all the Souls that stand create—
I have elected—One—
When Sense from Spirit—flies away—
And Subterfuge—is done—
When that which is—and that which was—
Apart—intrinsic—stand—
And this brief Drama in the flesh—
Is shifted—like a Sand—
When Figures show their royal Front—
And Mists—are carved away,
Behold the Atom—I preferred—
To all the lists of Clay!

  --Emily Dickinson

“Wild Nights—Wild Nights!”

Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
Where I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile—the Winds—
To a Heart in port—
Done with the Compass—
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden—
Hi, the Sea!
Might I but moor—Tonight—
In Thee!

  --Emily Dickinson