You left me—Sire—two Legacies, por Emily Dickinson

You left me—Sire—two Legacies

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You left me—Sire—two Legacies—

A Legacy of Love

A Heavenly Father would suffice

Had He the offer of—

You left me Boundaries of Pain—

Capacious as the Sea—

Between Eternity and Time—

Your Consciousness—and Me—

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765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity

1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.

759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—

330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!

276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.