Did the Harebell Loose Her Girdle, by Emily Dickinson

Did the Harebell Loose Her Girdle

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Did the Harebell loose her girdle

To the lover Bee

Would the Bee the Harebell hallow

Much as formerly?

Did the “Paradise”—persuaded—

Yi eld her moat of pearl—

Would the Eden be an Eden,

Or the Earl—an Earl?

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537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—

174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

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

504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize

XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!

Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time

432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live