The Spirit Is the Conscious Ear, by Emily Dickinson

The Spirit Is the Conscious Ear

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The Spirit is the Conscious Ear.

We actually Hear

When We inspect—that’s audible—

That is admitted—Here—

For other Services—as Sound—

There hangs a smaller Ear

Outside the Castle—that Contain—

The other—only—Hear—

212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.

I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died

155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—

LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.

82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east