The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Series Two
Time and Eternity, Poem 26
by Emily Dickinson
I lived on dread; to those who know
I lived on dread; to those who know
Elysium is as far as to
In lands I never saw, they say
The brain within its groove
New feet within my garden go
The pedigree of honey
Apparently with no surprise
As by the dead we love to sit
Departed to the judgement
I lost a world the other day.
When I hoped I feared
The bee is not afraid of me
The Morns are meeker than they were
For each ecstatic instant
The rat is the concisest tenant.
At last to be identified!
Is Heaven a physician?
If there be nothing new, but that which is
We play at paste
The mountain sat upon the plain
Who robbed the woods
The show is not the show
The lighthouse guides the way, remaining steady and sure.
Come slowly, Eden!
Will there really be a morning?