The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Series One
Nature, Poem 16
by Emily Dickinson
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
The thought beneath so slight a film
My river runs to thee:
Nature rarer uses yellow
I know that he exists
It can't be summer, — that got through;
Pompless no life can pass away;
There's a certain slant of light
Victory comes late
God permits industrious angels
Pink, small, and punctual
A charm invests a face
Frequently the woods are pink
Before you thought of spring
She rose to his requirement, dropped
A train went through a burial gate
The clouds their backs together laid
A deed knocks first at thought
It sounded as if the streets were running
I hide myself within my flower
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars
I had no time to hate, because
The body grows outside, —
It makes no difference abroad
Good night! which put the candle out?