As Sleigh Bells Seem in Summer, by Emily Dickinson

As Sleigh Bells Seem in Summer

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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer

Or Bees, at Christmas show—

So fairy—so fictitious

The individuals do

Repealed from observation—

A Party that we knew—

More distant in an instant

Than Dawn in Timbuctoo.

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A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,

I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove

Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet—

202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!

796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—

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

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin