I Made Slow Riches But my Gain, di Emily Dickinson

I Made Slow Riches But my Gain

843

I made slow Riches but my Gain

Was steady as the Sun

And every Night, it numbered more

Than the preceding One

All Days, I did not earn the same

But my perceiveless Gain

Inferred the less by Growing than

The Sum that it had grown.

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.

No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,

XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;

LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—

902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—