The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Series One
Love, Poem 14: Love's Baptism
by Emily Dickinson
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
If thou survive my well-contented day
The author describes his love for his wife.
From cocoon forth a butterfly
When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes
My love is strengthened though more weak in seeming
I bring an unaccustomed wine
My love is as a fever longing still
O from what power hast thou this powerful might
I dreaded that first robin so
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
Of all the sounds despatched abroad
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
Your love and pity doth th’ impression fill
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Like as to make our appetite more keen
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
Bring me the sunset in a cup
I should have been too glad, I see
Nature, the gentlest mother
O thou my lovely boy who in thy power
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head