The Mountains’grow Unnoticed, by Emily Dickinson

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The Mountains’—grow unnoticed’—

Their Purple figures rise

Without attempt’—Exhaustion’—

Assistance’—or Applause’—

In Their Eternal Faces

The Sun’—with just delight

Looks long’—and last’—and golden’—

For fellowship’—at night’—

Other works by Emily Dickinson...

335
’Tis not that Dying hurts us so—
’Tis Living—hurts us more—
But Dying—is a different way—
A Kind behind the Door—

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds

529
I’m sorry for the Dead’—Today’—
It’s such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences’—
It’s time o’ year for Hay.

784
Bereaved of all, I went abroad—
No less bereaved was I
Upon a New Peninsula—
The Grave preceded me—

Too cold is this
To warm with Sun -
Too stiff to bended be,
To joint this Agate were a work -
Outstaring Masonry -

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

451
The Outer—from the Inner
Derives its Magnitude—
'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
As is the Central Mood—

414
’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no
That nearer, every Day,
Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel
Until the Agony

800
Two’—were immortal twice’—
The privilege of few’—
Eternity’—obtained’—in Time’—
Reversed Divinity’—

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