I Robbed the Woods, by Emily Dickinson

I Robbed the Woods

I robbed the Woods—

The trusting Woods.

The unsuspecting Trees

Brought out their Burs and mosses

My fantasy to please.

I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away—

What will the solemn Hemlock—

What will the Oak tree say?

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971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty

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

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday

369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—

319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—

LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…