The inundation of the Spring, por Emily Dickinson

The inundation of the Spring

Enlarges every soul -

It sweeps the tenement away

But leaves the Water whole -

In which the soul at first estranged -

Seeks faintly for its shore

But acclimated - pines no more

For that Peninsula -

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Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,

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

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,

It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…

LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,

565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush