My Nosegays Are for Captives;, par Emily Dickinson

My Nosegays Are for Captives;

My nosegays are for captives;

Dim, long-expectant eyes,

Fingers denied the plucking,

Patient till paradise.

To such, if they should whisper

Of morning and the moor,

They bear no other errand,

And I, no other prayer.

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -

516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—

988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.

It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,

LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!

512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—

365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore

63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,

268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow