I Robbed the Woods, por 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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LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

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

276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—

367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—

587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—

848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—

707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—

762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—