’Tis Customary as We Part, par Emily Dickinson

’Tis Customary as We Part

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’Tis customary as we part

A trinket—to confer—

It helps to stimulate the faith

When Lovers be afar—

’Tis various—as the various taste—

Clematis—journeying far—

Presents me with a single Curl

Of her Electric Hair—

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667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—

575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,

Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—

659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!

81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.