It Knew No Lapse, Nor Diminuation, di Emily Dickinson

It Knew No Lapse, Nor Diminuation

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It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation—

But large—serene—

Burned on—until through Dissolution—

It failed from Men—

I could not deem these Planetary forces

Annulled—

But suffered an Exchange of Territory—

Or World—

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844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—

Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I

The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always

821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—

584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,