Shells from the Coast mistaking, by Emily Dickinson

Shells from the Coast mistaking

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Shells from the Coast mistaking—

I cherished them for All—

Happening in After Ages

To entertain a Pearl—

Wherefore so late—I murmured—

My need of Thee—be done—

Therefore—the Pearl responded—

My Period begin

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854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—

756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—

859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,

981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do

239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!

376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—

284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—