I Had the Glory’that Will Do, by Emily Dickinson

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I had the Glory’—that will do’—

An Honor, Thought can turn her to

When lesser Fames invite’—

With one long “Nay”'—

Bliss’ early shape

Deforming’—Dwindling’—Gulfing up’—

Time’s possibility.

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The Grass so little has to do '
A Sphere of simple Green '
With only Butterflies to brood
And Bees to entertain '
And stir all day to pretty Tunes

The grave my little cottage is,
Where 'Keeping house’ for thee
I make my parlor orderly
And lay the marble tea.
For two divided, briefly,

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Least Bee that brew—
A Honey’s Weight
Content Her smallest fraction hel
The Amber Quantity—

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The Grace’—Myself’—might not obta
Confer upon My flower’—
Refracted but a Countenance’—
For I’—inhabit Her’—

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

That only lasts an hour
How much '— how little '— is
Within our power

Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest Room
If in that Room a Friend await
Felicity or Doom—
What fortitude the Soul contains

Death is like the insect
Menacing the tree,
Competent to kill it,
But decoyed may be.
Bait it with the balsam,

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

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Promise This’—When You be Dying’
Some shall summon Me’—
Mine belong Your latest Sighing’—
Mine’—to Belt Your Eye’—