I Want’it Pleaded’all Its Life’, by Emily Dickinson

“I want”'—it pleaded’—All its life’—

I want’—was chief it said

When Skill entreated it’—the last’—

And when so newly dead’—

I could not deem it late’—to hear

That single’—steadfast sigh’—

The lips had placed as with a “Please”

Toward Eternity’—

Other works by Emily Dickinson...

434
To love thee Year by Year—
May less appear
Than sacrifice, and cease—
However, dear,

WE outgrow love like other things
And put it in the drawer,
Till it an antique fashion shows
Like costumes grandsires wore.

569
I reckon’—when I count it all’—
First’—Poets’—Then the Sun’—
Then Summer’—Then the Heaven of
And then’—the List is done’—

782
There is an arid Pleasure—
As different from Joy—
As Frost is different from Dew—
Like element—are they—

903
I hide myself within my flower,
That fading from your Vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me—
Almost a loneliness.

832
Soto! Explore thyself!
Therein thyself shalt find
The “Undiscovered Continent”—
No Settler had the Mind.

920
We can but follow to the Sun—
As oft as He go down
He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin
’Tis mostly—following—

556
The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly—and true—
But let a Splinter swerve—
’Twere easier for You—

776
The Color of a Queen, is this—
The Color of a Sun
At setting—this and Amber—
Beryl—and this, at Noon—

158
Dying! Dying in the night!
Won’t somebody bring the light
So I can see which way to go
Into the everlasting snow?