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Wiersz Dickinson

1765

That Love is all there is,

Is all we know of Love;

It is enought, the freight should be

Proportioned to the groove.

1544

Who has not found the Heaven – below –

Will fail ofit above –

For Angels rent the House next ours,

Wherever we remove –

1275

The Spider as an Artist

Has never been employed –

Though his surpassing Merit

Is freely certifed

By every Broom and Bridget

Throughhout a Christian Land –

Neglected son of Genius

I take thee by the Hand –

1255

Longing is like the Seed

That wrestles in the Ground

Believing if it intercede

It shall at lenght be found

The Hour, and the Clime –

Each Circumstance uknown,

What Constancy must be achieved

Before it see the sun!

917

Love – is anterior to Life –

Posterior – to Death –

Initial of Creation, and

The Exponent of Earth

809

Unable are the Loved to die

For Love is Immortality,

Nay, it is Deity

Unable they that love – to die

For Love reforms Vitality

Into Divinity

781

To wait an Hour – is long –

If Love be just beyond –

To wait Eternity – is short –

If love reward the end –

288

I’m Nobody! Who are you?

Are you – Nobody – Too?

Then there’s a pair of us?

Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dearg – to be – Some body?

How public like a Frog –

To tell one’s name – the livelong June –

To an admiring Bog!

249

Wild Nights – Wild Nights!

Were I with thee

Wild Nights should be

Our luxury!

Futile – the Winds –

To a Heart in port –

Done with the Com-pass –

Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –

Ah, the Sea!

Might I but moor – Tonight –

In Three!

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