Poems begining by W

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Were it to be the last

© Emily Dickinson

Were it to be the last
How infinite would be
What we did not suspect was marked --
Our final interview.

Were it but Me that gained the Height --

© Emily Dickinson

Were it but Me that gained the Height --
Were it but They, that failed!
How many things the Dying play
Might they but live, they would!

We'll pass without the parting

© Emily Dickinson

We'll pass without the parting
So to spare
Certificate of Absence --
Deeming where

We wear our sober Dresses when we die,

© Emily Dickinson

We wear our sober Dresses when we die,
But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday
Adjourns her sigh --

We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act --

© Emily Dickinson

We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act --
And later -- when we die --
A little Water supplicate --
Of fingers going by --

We talked with each other about each other

© Emily Dickinson

We talked with each other about each other
Though neither of us spoke --
We were listening to the seconds' Races
And the Hoofs of the Clock --

We shun it ere it comes,

© Emily Dickinson

We shun it ere it comes,
Afraid of Joy,
Then sue it to delay
And lest it fly,

We shun because we prize her Face

© Emily Dickinson

We shun because we prize her Face
Lest sight's ineffable disgrace
Our Adoration stain

We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow.

© Emily Dickinson

We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow.
Of that, there is no doubt.
But the Arc of a Lover's conjecture
Eludes the finding out.

We send the Wave to find the Wave --

© Emily Dickinson

We send the Wave to find the Wave --
An Errand so divine,
The Messenger enamored too,
Forgetting to return,

We see -- Comparatively --

© Emily Dickinson

We see -- Comparatively --
The Thing so towering high
We could not grasp its segment
Unaided -- Yesterday --

We pray -- to Heaven

© Emily Dickinson

We pray -- to Heaven --
We prate -- of Heaven --
Relate -- when Neighbors die --
At what o'clock to heaven -- they fled --
Who saw them -- Wherefore fly?

We play at Paste

© Emily Dickinson

We play at Paste --
Till qualified, for Pearl --
Then, drop the Paste --
And deem ourself a fool --

We never know we go when we are going --

© Emily Dickinson

We never know we go when we are going --
We jest and shut the Door --
Fate -- following -- behind us bolts it --
And we accost no more --

We miss Her, not because We see --

We miss Her, not because We see --
The Absence of an Eye --
Except its Mind accompany
Abridge Society

We miss a Kinsman more

We miss a Kinsman more
When warranted to see
Than when withheld of Oceans
From possibility

We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints

We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints
Sent various -- scattered ways --
We parted as the Central Flint
Were cloven with an Adze --

We like March.

News is he of all the others --
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds exercising
On his British Sky.

We like a Hairbreadth 'scape

We like a Hairbreadth 'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or Accident
Like paragraphs of Wind

We learned the Whole of Love --

We learned the Whole of Love --
The Alphabet -- the Words --
A Chapter -- then the mighty Book --
Then -- Revelation closed --