You don't have to be a house to be haunted. Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be? Emily Dickinson being-positive sea water Each that we lose takes a part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides. Emily Dickinson moon loss night Endow the Living - with the Tears - You squander on the Dead. Emily Dickinson tears loss Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb Emily Dickinson arrows strikes atheism God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you. Emily Dickinson atheism blessing long Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing. Emily Dickinson idols wings song That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan. Emily Dickinson prayer snow fall Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity. Emily Dickinson dust father hands A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky - Emily Dickinson majesty butterfly sky We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg. Emily Dickinson educational eggs bird For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. Emily Dickinson ecstatic-love joy happiness A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim. Emily Dickinson rocks hurt spring Belshazzar had a letter,-- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondence Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation's wall. Emily Dickinson wall glasses letters The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies! Emily Dickinson distance sky lying Remorse is cureless--the Disease Emily Dickinson adequate hell disease Beauty crowds me till I die. Emily Dickinson crowds dies beauty A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun. Emily Dickinson vitality blow death Forever is composed of Nows 'Tis not a different time Except for Infiniteness And Latitude of Home Emily Dickinson different forever home Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs. Emily Dickinson sweetness enough Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer's corn; Men eat of it and die. Emily Dickinson food men past
