There is another Loneliness, par Emily Dickinson

There is another Loneliness

That many die without -

Not want of friend occasions it

Or circumstances of Lot

But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought

And whoso it befall

Is richer than could be revealed

By mortal numeral

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522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes

Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill

LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

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

950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—

132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;