Faith poems
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My Faith is larger than the Hills --
© Emily Dickinson
My Faith is larger than the Hills --
So when the Hills decay --
My Faith must take the Purple Wheel
To show the Sun the way --
Lives he in any other world
© Emily Dickinson
Lives he in any other world
My faith cannot reply
Before it was imperative
'Twas all distinct to me --
Lad of Athens, faithful be
© Emily Dickinson
Lad of Athens, faithful be
To Thyself,
And Mystery --
All the rest is Perjury --
It came at last but prompter Death
© Emily Dickinson
It came at last but prompter Death
Had occupied the House --
His pallid Furniture arranged
And his metallic Peace --
I should have been too glad, I see
© Emily Dickinson
I should have been too glad, I see --
Too lifted -- for the scant degree
Of Life's penurious Round --
My little Circuit would have shamed
This new Circumference -- have blamed --
The homelier time behind.
High from the earth I heard a bird,
© Emily Dickinson
High from the earth I heard a bird,
He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
© Emily Dickinson
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
Had scarcely deigned to lie --
When, stirring, for Belief's delight,
My Bride had slipped away --
He strained my faith
© Emily Dickinson
He strained my faith --
Did he find it supple?
Shook my strong trust --
Did it then -- yield?
He found my Being -- set it up --
© Emily Dickinson
He found my Being -- set it up --
Adjusted it to place --
Then carved his name -- upon it --
And bade it to the East
Falsehood of Thee could I suppose
© Emily Dickinson
Falsehood of Thee could I suppose
'Twould undermine the Sill
To which my Faith pinned Block by Block
Her Cedar Citadel.
By my Window have I for Scenery
© Emily Dickinson
By my Window have I for Scenery
Just a Sea -- with a Stem --
If the Bird and the Farmer -- deem it a "Pine" --
The Opinion will serve -- for them --
A first Mute Coming --
© Emily Dickinson
A first Mute Coming --
In the Stranger's House --
A first fair Going --
When the Bells rejoice --
'Tis customary as we part
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis customary as we part
A trinket -- to confer --
It helps to stimulate the faith
When Lovers be afar --
"Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer
© Emily Dickinson
"Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer --
Dawn -- to the Teneriffe --
Dice -- to the Maid --
Morning means just Risk -- to the Lover --
Just revelation -- to the Beloved --
To mend each tattered Faith
© Emily Dickinson
To mend each tattered Faith
There is a needle fair
Though no appearance indicate --
'Tis threaded in the Air --
This heart that broke so long
© Emily Dickinson
This heart that broke so long --
These feet that never flagged --
This faith that watched for star in vain,
Give gently to the dead --
Not to discover weakness is
© Emily Dickinson
Not to discover weakness is
The Artifice of strength --
Impregnability inheres
As much through Consciousness
How brittle are the Piers
© Emily Dickinson
How brittle are the Piers
On which our Faith doth tread --
No Bridge below doth totter so --
Yet none hath such a Crowd.
He who in Himself believes --
© Emily Dickinson
He who in Himself believes --
Fraud cannot presume --
Faith is Constancy's Result --
And assumes -- from Home --
"Faithful to the end" Amended
© Emily Dickinson
"Faithful to the end" Amended
From the Heavenly Clause --
Constancy with a Proviso
Constancy abhors --
