It Is an Honorable Thought,, di Emily Dickinson

It Is an Honorable Thought,

It is an honorable thought,

And makes one lift one’s hat,

As one encountered gentlefolk

Upon a daily street,

That we’ve immortal place,

Though pyramids decay,

And kingdoms, like the orchard,

Flit russetly away.

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392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—

XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…