Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

I'm nobody
Who are you
Are you nobody, too
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell

Before you thought of spring,
Except as a surmise,
You see,
God bless his suddenness,

A door just opened on a street —  I, lost, was passing by —An instant's width of warmth disclosed  And wealth, and company
The door as sudden shut, and I,  I, lost, was passing by, —Lost doubly, but by contrast most,  Enlightening misery

The Wind begun to rock the
With threatening Tunes and low --He threw a Menace at the Earth --A Menace at the Sky
The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees --And started all
The Dust did scoop itself like

I had no time to hate,
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample
Could finish enmity

I died for Beauty — but was
Adjusted in the
When One who died for Truth, was
In an adjoining room —He questioned softly "Why I failed"

How happy is the little
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about
And Exigencies never fears—

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –

There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –

A light exists in spring  Not present on the
At any other period
When March is scarcely hereA color stands abroad  On solitary
That science cannot overtake,  But human nature feels

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of
Across a barn or through a
Debates if it will go

49I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod
Twice have I stood a
Before the door of God

My Faith is larger than the Hills —So when the Hills decay —My Faith must take the Purple
To show the Sun the way —'Tis first He steps upon the Vane —And then — upon the Hill —And then abroad the World He
To do His Golden Will —And if Hi...

Unable are the Loved to
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity—Unable they that love—to
For Love reforms