The Brain Within It’s Groove, by Emily Dickinson

The Brain Within It’s Groove

The brain within its groove

Runs evenly and true;

But let a splinter swerve,

‘T were easier for you

To put the water back

When floods have slit the hills,

And scooped a turnpike for themselves,

And blotted out the mills!

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All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –

105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—

A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple

The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,

311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—

716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.