Mute Thy Coronation by Emily Dickinson 151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
“Faith” Is a Fine Invention by Emily Dickinson 185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
Soil of Flint, If Steady Tilled by Emily Dickinson 681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
The Sun Kept Stooping’stooping by Emily Dickinson 152 The Sun kept stooping’—stooping’— The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
To Make a Prairie (1755) by Emily Dickinson To make a prairie it takes a clove One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
A Prison Gets to Be a Friend by Emily Dickinson 652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
Love Reckons by Itself’alone by Emily Dickinson 826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
I Bet With Every Wind That Blew by Emily Dickinson I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
Distrustful of the Gentian by Emily Dickinson 20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
All Circumstances Are the Frame by Emily Dickinson 820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—