Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| HOW the old mountains drip with sunset, | |
| And the brake of dun! | |
| How the hemlocks are tipped in tinsel | |
| By the wizard sun! | |
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| How the old steeples hand the scarlet, | 5 |
| Till the ball is full,— | |
| Have I the lip of the flamingo | |
| That I dare to tell? | |
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| Then, how the fire ebbs like billows, | |
| Touching all the grass | 10 |
| With a departing, sapphire feature, | |
| As if a duchess pass! | |
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| How a small dusk crawls on the village | |
| Till the houses blot; | |
| And the odd flambeaux no men carry | 15 |
| Glimmer on the spot! | |
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| Now it is night in nest and kennel, | |
| And where was the wood, | |
| Just a dome of abyss is nodding | |
| Into solitude!— | 20 |
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| These are the visions baffled Guido; | |
| Titian never told; | |
| Domenichino dropped the pencil, | |
| Powerless to unfold. | |
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