I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see thee better for the years That hunch themselves between, The minerโs lamp sufficient be To nullify the mine. And in the grave I see thee bestโ Its little panels be A-glow, all ruddy with the light I held so high for thee! What need of day to those whose dark Hath so surpassing sun, It seem it be continually At the meridian?
Emily DickinsonThe Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?
Emily DickinsonI am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means.
Emily DickinsonA precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.
Emily Dickinson