Nature LXVII. Presentment is that long shadow on the lawn, by Emily Dickinson

Nature LXVII. Presentment is that long shadow on the lawn

LXVII

Presentment is that long shadow on the lawn

Indicative that suns go down;

The notice to the startled grass

That darkness is about to pass.

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The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom

68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.

892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age

So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go

285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—

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

September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -

121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—