Shells from the Coast mistaking, by Emily Dickinson

Shells from the Coast mistaking

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Shells from the Coast mistaking—

I cherished them for All—

Happening in After Ages

To entertain a Pearl—

Wherefore so late—I murmured—

My need of Thee—be done—

Therefore—the Pearl responded—

My Period begin

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176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here

104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.

384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—

307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—

338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.

Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled

221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…

149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!

334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,

Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

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

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper