Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red, di Emily Dickinson

Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red

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Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red

At Bases of the Trees—

The far Theatricals of Day

Exhibiting—to These—

’Twas Universe—that did applaud—

While Chiefest—of the Crowd—

Enabled by his Royal Dress—

Myself distinguished God—

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12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die

351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—

859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.

708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face

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

607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…

326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,

586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—