Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 41 pages of information about Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series.

Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 41 pages of information about Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series.

The only one forestalling mine,
  And that by right that he
Presents a claim invisible,
  No wedlock granted me.

I live with him, I hear his voice,
  I stand alive to-day
To witness to the certainty
  Of immortality

Taught me by Time, —­ the lower way,
  Conviction every day, —­
That life like this is endless,
  Be judgment what it may.

XXI.

Longing.

I envy seas whereon he rides,
  I envy spokes of wheels
Of chariots that him convey,
  I envy speechless hills

That gaze upon his journey;
  How easy all can see
What is forbidden utterly
  As heaven, unto me!

I envy nests of sparrows
  That dot his distant eaves,
The wealthy fly upon his pane,
  The happy, happy leaves

That just abroad his window
  Have summer’s leave to be,
The earrings of Pizarro
  Could not obtain for me.

I envy light that wakes him,
  And bells that boldly ring
To tell him it is noon abroad, —­
  Myself his noon could bring,

Yet interdict my blossom
  And abrogate my bee,
Lest noon in everlasting night
  Drop Gabriel and me.

XXII.

Wedded.

A solemn thing it was, I said,
  A woman white to be,
And wear, if God should count me fit,
  Her hallowed mystery.

A timid thing to drop a life
  Into the purple well,
Too plummetless that it come back
  Eternity until.

III.  NATURE.

I.

Nature’s changes.

The springtime’s pallid landscape
  Will glow like bright bouquet,
Though drifted deep in parian
  The village lies to-day.

The lilacs, bending many a year,
  With purple load will hang;
The bees will not forget the tune
  Their old forefathers sang.

The rose will redden in the bog,
  The aster on the hill
Her everlasting fashion set,
  And covenant gentians frill,

Till summer folds her miracle
  As women do their gown,
Or priests adjust the symbols
  When sacrament is done.

II.

The Tulip.

She slept beneath a tree
  Remembered but by me. 
I touched her cradle mute;
She recognized the foot,
Put on her carmine suit, —­
  And see!

III.

A light exists in spring
  Not present on the year
At any other period. 
  When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad
  On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
  But human nature feels.

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