Whether my Bark Went Down at Sea, by Emily Dickinson

Whether my Bark Went Down at Sea

Whether my bark went down at sea—

Whether she met with gales—

Whether to isles enchanted

She bent her docile sails—

By what mystic mooring

She is held today—

This is the errand of the eye

Out upon the Bay.

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811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

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

567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—

“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

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—

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself

513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…

722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,

Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet—

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -