"The Belle of Amherst"
By: Emily Dickinson
I shall not live in vain: If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
A Book
To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry This traverse may be the poorest take With out oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!
There is no frigate like a book
Saturday Afternoon
Ecstatically leap,-- Beloved, only afternoon That prison doesn't keep. They storm the earth and stun the air. A mob of solid bliss. Alas! that frowns could lie in wait For such a foe as this!
From all the jails the boys and girls
Friends
Could bounty but remain Riches were good. Bolder to fly away, Riches are sad.
Are friends delight or pain?
But if they only stay
Philosophy
To fail with land in sight, Then gain my blue peninsula To perish of delight.
It might be easier
The Cricket Sang
And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one Their seam the day upon. The twilight stood as strangers do With hat in hand, polite and new, To stay as if,go. A wisdom without face or name, A peace, as hemispheres at home,-- And so the night became.
The Cricket sang
The low grass loaded with the dew,
A vastness, as a neighbor, came,--