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Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
A Country Burial

Ample make this bed,
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.

Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this ground. 


Prayer is the little implement
Through which Men reach
Where Presence - is denied them.
They fling their Speech.

By means of it - in God's Ear -
If then He hear -
This sums the Apparatus
Comprised in Prayer


It dropped so low in my regard
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At bottom of my mind;

Yet blamed the fate that fractured,
less than I reviled myself

For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf. 


You cannot put a fire out;
A thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a fan
Upon the slowest night.

You cannot fold a flood
And put it in a drawer,
Because the winds would find it out,
And tell your cedar floor.

Beauty crowds me till I die
Beauty mercy have on me
But if I expire today
Let it be in sight of thee.
Presentiment - is that long Shadow -
on the Lawn -

Indicative that Suns go down -
The Notice to the startled Grass
That Darkness - is about to pass
Down Time's quaint stream
Without an oar
We are enforced to sail
Our Port a secret
Our Perchance a Gale
What Skipper would incur the Risk
What Buccaneer would ride
Without a surety from the Wind
Or schedule of the Tide.
Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,
Past the houses - past the headlands -
Into deep Eternity

Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant -
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise

As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind

I felt a clearing in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.

The Thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.

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