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The Soul that hath a Guest
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul that hath a Guest
Doth seldom go abroad --
Diviner Crowd at Home --
Obliterate the need --
The Robin is the One
© Emily Dickinson
The Robin is the One
That interrupt the Morn
With hurried -- few -- express Reports
When March is scarcely on --
The overtakelessness of those
© Emily Dickinson
The overtakelessness of those
Who have accomplished Death
Majestic is to me beyond
The majesties of Earth.
The Malay -- took the Pearl
© Emily Dickinson
The Malay -- took the Pearl --
Not -- I -- the Earl --
I -- feared the Sea -- too much
Unsanctified -- to touch --
The Hills in Purple syllables
© Emily Dickinson
The Hills in Purple syllables
The Day's Adventures tell
To little Groups of Continents
Just going Home from School.
The Day she goes
© Emily Dickinson
The Day she goes
Or Day she stays
Are equally supreme --
Existence has a stated width
Departed, or at Home --
The Crickets sang
© Emily Dickinson
The Crickets sang
And set the Sun
And Workmen finished one by one
Their Seam the Day upon.
The Butterfly upon the Sky,
© Emily Dickinson
The Butterfly upon the Sky,
That doesn't know its Name
And hasn't any tax to pay
And hasn't any Home
The butterfly obtains
© Emily Dickinson
The butterfly obtains
But little sympathy
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology --
The Birds begun at Four o'clock --
© Emily Dickinson
The Birds begun at Four o'clock --
Their period for Dawn --
A Music numerous as space --
But neighboring as Noon --
The Bible is an antique Volume --
© Emily Dickinson
The Bible is an antique Volume --
Written by faded men
At the suggestion of Holy Spectres --
Subjects -- Bethlehem --
That odd old man is dead a year --
© Emily Dickinson
That odd old man is dead a year --
We miss his stated Hat.
'Twas such an evening bright and stiff
His faded lamp went out.
Talk not to me of Summer Trees
© Emily Dickinson
Talk not to me of Summer Trees
The foliage of the mind
A Tabernacle is for Birds
Of no corporeal kind
So large my Will
© Emily Dickinson
So large my Will
The little that I may
Embarrasses
Like gentle infamy --
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc --
© Emily Dickinson
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc --
Debated -- Rose again --
This time -- beyond the estimate
Of Envy, or of Men --
Quite empty, quite at rest,
© Emily Dickinson
Quite empty, quite at rest,
The Robin locks her Nest, and tries her Wings.
She does not know a Route
But puts her Craft about
Not at Home to Callers
© Emily Dickinson
Not at Home to Callers
Says the Naked Tree --
Bonnet due in April --
Wishing you Good Day --
Not any sunny tone
© Emily Dickinson
Not any sunny tone
From any fervent zone
Find entrance there --
Better a grave of Balm
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
© Emily Dickinson
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their -- low Brows --
Or Bees -- that thought the Summer's name
Some rumor of Delirium,
No Summer -- could -- for Them --
Knock with tremor --
© Emily Dickinson
Knock with tremor --
These are Caesars --
Should they be at Home
Flee as if you trod unthinking
On the Foot of Doom --
