The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Series One
Life, Poem 23: Unreturning
by Emily Dickinson
'T was such a little, little boat
'T was such a little, little boat
Harry gets the girls back to the grove, where they meet with search parties. They describe what has happened to Tom, and plans are made to rescue the men the next morning.
So bashful when I spied her
She died, — this was the way she died;
Fred is awakened by someone entering the room, but he doesn’t stay. When the boys attempt to depart in the morning, the rude men from the bar are on board and ready to depart. They stay on board as the boys leave the dock.
A child observes the many sites that adorn the Indian River.
The author gives the reader some insight to into the purpose of his book.
The author admires the nature along the banks of the Oklawaha River.
A man and woman wish for a child. One winter they decide to create a snow child, and are shocked to see their creation miraculously come to life. They treat the child, Snowflake, as their own and shower her with love and affection. Unfortunately the arrival of spring brings changes that cause unhappiness.
A child goes to sleep and sails away on dreams.
"Wen I git up in de mo’nin’ an’ de clouds is big an’ black,"
One dignity delays for all
The natural beauty of the Tamiami Trail is described.
A poem about the ringing of the bells in a Flemish belfry
A poem about violence and war.
The author imagines the life and hardships experienced by the deceased.
As they make their escape, Hump instructs Maud on the finer aspects of sailing and steering. Hump, although concerned with the nature of their situation, remains unafraid.
"Thou wouldst be loved?—then let thy heart"
The grass so little has to do, —
Nature and the movement of clouds at dusk ignite the author's imagination.
As they travel, it begins to rain and they decide to take shelter for the night as they pass through the Erie Canal. However, the hotel is questionable, as are the folk that inhabit it, so the boys are hesitant. They have no choice because of the rain and reluctantly take the rooms offered to them.
The moon cast an eery glow over the landscape of St. Augustine.
Tired with all these for restful death I cry