Given in Marriage Unto Thee, par Emily Dickinson

Given in Marriage Unto Thee

817

Given in Marriage unto Thee

Oh thou Celestial Host—

Bride of the Father and the Son

Bride of the Holy Ghost.

Other Betrothal shall dissolve—

Wedlock of Will, decay—

Only the Keeper of this Ring

Conquer Mortality—

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

One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,

I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…

261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—

’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave

716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—