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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551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—

578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,

101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—

171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?

261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!

XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.

983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.