Emily Dickinson

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A Charm Invests a Face

A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld. The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.

I Felt a Funeral in My Brain

I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through.

When Roses Cease To Bloom

When roses cease to bloom, dear and violets are done, When bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the sun,

I Went to Heaven

I went to heaven, - 'Twas a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down.

A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest

A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.

A Thunderstorm

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low, - He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky.