Exhilaration is the Breeze, por Emily Dickinson

Exhilaration is the Breeze

That lifts us from the Ground

And leaves us in another place

Whose statement is not found -

Returns us not, but after time

We soberly descend

A little newer for the term

Upon Enchanted Ground -

783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—

237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion

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

XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—

807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity

717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do