The Mountains—grow unnoticed, par Emily Dickinson

The Mountains—grow unnoticed

757

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—

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.

XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun

Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—

624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—

540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—

912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!

918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—