Morning poems
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The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --
© Emily Dickinson
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --
At Evening, it is not --
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stop upon a Spot
The Morning after Woe
© Emily Dickinson
The Morning after Woe --
'Tis frequently the Way --
Surpasses all that rose before --
For utter Jubilee --
The harm of Years is on him --
© Emily Dickinson
The harm of Years is on him --
The infamy of Time --
Depose him like a Fashion
And give Dominion room.
Taken from men -- this morning
© Emily Dickinson
Taken from men -- this morning --
Carried by men today --
Met by the Gods with banners --
Who marshalled her away --
Some such Butterfly be seen
© Emily Dickinson
Some such Butterfly be seen
On Brazilian Pampas --
Just at noon -- no later -- Sweet --
Then -- the License closes --
She lay as if at play
© Emily Dickinson
She lay as if at play
Her life had leaped away --
Intending to return --
But not so soon --
Somehow myself survived the Night
© Emily Dickinson
Somehow myself survived the Night
And entered with the Day --
That it be saved the Saved suffice
Without the Formula.
Our share of night to bear
© Emily Dickinson
Our share of night to bear --
Our share of morning --
Our blank in bliss to fill
Our blank in scorning --
One Joy of so much anguish
© Emily Dickinson
One Joy of so much anguish
Sweet nature has for me
I shun it as I do Despair
Or dear iniquity --
On the World you colored
© Emily Dickinson
On the World you colored
Morning painted rose --
Idle his Vermillion
Aimlessly crept the Glows
Oh Sumptuous moment
© Emily Dickinson
Oh Sumptuous moment
Slower go
That I may gloat on thee --
'Twill never be the same to starve
Now I abundance see --
Of this is Day composed
© Emily Dickinson
Of this is Day composed
A morning and a noon
A Revelry unspeakable
And then a gay unknown
Of nearness to her sundered Things
© Emily Dickinson
Of nearness to her sundered Things
The Soul has special times --
When Dimness -- looks the Oddity --
Distinctness -- easy -- seems --
Noon -- is the Hinge of Day --
© Emily Dickinson
Noon -- is the Hinge of Day --
Evening -- the Tissue Door --
Morning -- the East compelling the sill
Till all the World is ajar --
Morning that comes but once,
© Emily Dickinson
Morning that comes but once,
Considers coming twice --
Two Dawns upon a single Morn,
Make Life a sudden price.
Morning is due to all --
© Emily Dickinson
Morning is due to all --
To some -- the Night --
To an imperial few --
The Auroral light.
Morning -- is the place for Dew
© Emily Dickinson
Morning -- is the place for Dew --
Corn -- is made at Noon --
After dinner light -- for flowers --
Dukes -- for Setting Sun!
Let Us play Yesterday --
© Emily Dickinson
Let Us play Yesterday --
I -- the Girl at school --
You -- and Eternity -- the
Untold Tale --
Let my first Knowing be of thee
© Emily Dickinson
Let my first Knowing be of thee
With morning's warming Light --
And my first Fearing, lest Unknowns
Engulf thee in the night --
It's like the Light
© Emily Dickinson
It's like the Light --
A fashionless Delight --
It's like the Bee --
A dateless -- Melody --
