Frasi emily bront�
We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer -
Till it an Antique fashion shows -
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
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?
Is Heaven a Place - a Sky - a Tree?
Location's narrow ...
We safe commit thee -
Tongue if it hath,
Inviolate to thee -
Silence - denote -
And Sanctity - enforce thee -
Passenger - of Infinity.
We shun it ere it comes,
Afraid of Joy,
Then sue it to delay
And lest it fly,
Beguile it more and more,
May not this be
Old Suitor Heaven,
Like our dismay at thee?
Went to thank Her -
But She Slept -
Her Bed - a funneled Stone -
With Nosegays at the Head and Foot -
That Travellers - had thrown -
Who went to thank Her -
But She Slept -
'Twas Short - to cross the ...
Went up a year this evening!
I recollect it well!
Amid no bells nor bravoes
The bystanders will tell!
Cheerful - as to the village -
Tranquil - as to repose -
Chastened - as to the Chapel
This humble ...
Were it to be the last
How infinite would be
What we did not suspect was marked
Our final interview.
What did They do since I saw Them?
Were They industrious?
So many questions to put Them
Have I the Eagerness
That could I snatch Their Faces
That could Their lips reply
Not till the last was answered
...
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate -
And pass escaped - to thee!
What if I file this Mortal - off -
See where it hurt me - That's enough -
And wade in Liberty!
They cann...
What Inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar Traveller comes?
Who is the Landlord?
Where the maids?
Behold, what curious rooms!
No ruddy fires on the hearth -
No brimming tankards flow -
Necromancer!...
What Soft - Cherubic Creatures -
These Gentlewomen are -
One would as soon assault a Plush -
Or violate a Star -
Such Dimity Convictions -
A Horror so refined
Of freckled Human Nature -
Of Deity - ash...
When I have seen the Sun emerge
From His amazing House -
And leave a Day at every Door
A Deed, in every place -
Without the incident of Fame
Or accident of Noise -
The Earth has seemed to me a Drum,
P...
When I was small, a Woman died -
Today - her Only Boy
Went up from the Potomac -
His face all Victory
To look at her - How slowly
The Seasons must have turned
Till Bullets clipt an Angle
And He passed...
What mystery pervades a well!
That water lives so far -
A neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar
Whose limit none have ever seen,
But just his lid of glass -
Like looking every time you please
...
What would I give to see his face?
I'd give - I'd give my life - of course -
But that is not enough!
Stop just a minute - let me think!
I'd give my biggest Bobolink!
That makes two - Him - and Life!
Y...
When One has given up One's life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West
The Peaks, that lingered last
Remain in Her regret
As scarcely as the Iodine
Upon the Catar...
Where bells no more affright the morn -
Where scrabble never comes -
Where very nimble Gentlemen
Are forced to keep their rooms -
Where tired Children placid sleep
Thro' Centuries of noon
This place i...
Where I have lost, I softer tread -
I sow sweet flower from garden bed -
I pause above that vanished head
And mourn.
Whom I have lost, I pious guard
From accent harsh, or ruthless word -
Feeling as if...
Where Ships of Purple - gently toss -
On Seas of Daffodil -
Fantastic Sailors - mingle -
And then - the Wharf is still!
Who never wanted - maddest Joy
Remains to him unknown -
The Banquet of Abstemiousness
Defaces that of Wine -
Within it's reach, though yet ungrasped
Desire's perfect Goal -
No nearer - lest the Actual...
Who occupies this House?
A Stranger I must judge
Since No one know His Circumstance -
'Tis well the name and age
Are writ upon the Door
Or I should fear to pause
Where not so much as Honest Dog
Approa...
Whose cheek is this?
What rosy face
Has lost a blush today?
I found her - "pleiad" - in the woods
And bore her safe away -
Robins, in the tradition
Did cover such with leaves,
But which the ...
Why make it doubt - it hurts it so -
So sick - to guess -
So strong - to know -
So brave - upon it's little Bed
To tell the very last They said
Unto Itself - and smile - And shake -
For that dear - di...
Witchcraft has not a pedigree
'Tis early as our Breath
And mourners meet it going out
The moment of our death.
Witchcraft was hung, in History,
But History and I
Find all the Witchcraft that we need
Around us, Every Day.