The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Series Two
Time and Eternity, Poem 5
by Emily Dickinson
Morns like these we parted;
Morns like these we parted;
Exultation is the going
Let down the bars, O Death!
Some things that fly there be, —
As if some little Arctic flower
Faith is a fine invention
Talk with prudence to a beggar
Belshazzar had a letter, —
I shall know why, when time is over
A spider sewed at night
I went to heaven, —
I many times thought peace had come
A thought went up my mind to-day
Except to heaven, she is nought;
'TWAS mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Not in this world to see his face
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
How happy is the little stone
Pain has an element of blank
I found the phrase to every thought
Delight becomes pictorial
Undue significance a starving man attaches
I reason, earth is short
Where ships of purple gently toss
What if I say I shall not wait?