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Artists wrestled here!

Artists wrestled here!
Lo, a tint Cashmere!
Lo, a Rose! …
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"

As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips, …

Emily Dickinson
As far from pity, as complaint —

As far from pity, as complaint —
As cool to speech — as stone —
As numb to Revelation …

Emily Dickinson
As from the earth the light Balloon

As from the earth the light Balloon
Asks nothing but release —
Ascension that for which it was, …
As Frost is best conceived

As Frost is best conceived
By force of its Result —
Affliction is inferred …
As if I asked a common Alms,

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As if I asked a common alms -
And in my wondering hand, …

Emily Dickinson
As if some little Arctic flower

As if some little Arctic flower
Upon the polar hem —
Went wandering down the Latitudes …

Emily Dickinson
As if the Sea should part

As if the Sea should part
And show a further Sea —
And that — a further — and the Three …

Emily Dickinson
As imperceptibly as Grief

As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away —
Too imperceptible at last …

Emily Dickinson
As One does Sickness over

As One does Sickness over
In convalescent Mind,
His scrutiny of Chances …
As plan for Noon and plan for Night

As plan for Noon and plan for Night
So differ Life and Death
In positive Prospective — …
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer

As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
Or Bees, at Christmas show —
So fairy — so fictitious …
As subtle as tomorrow

As subtle as tomorrow
That never came,
A warrant, a conviction, …
As Summer into Autumn slips

As Summer into Autumn slips
And yet we sooner say
"The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest …

Emily Dickinson
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies

As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
As the Vulture teased
Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys …
Ashes denote that Fire was —

Ashes denote that Fire was —
Revere the Grayest Pile
For the Departed Creature's sake …

Emily Dickinson
Ashes on the Slide

When Jim and Bill and I were boys a many years ago,
How gayly did we use to hail the coming of the snow!
Our sleds, fresh painted red and with their runners round and bright, …

Eugene Field
Aspiration. Sonnet

THE planted seed consigned to common earth,
Disdains to moulder with the baser clay;
But rises up to meet the light of day, …

Anne Lynch Botta
At a Birthday Festival

We will not speak of years to-night,—
For what have years to bring
But larger floods of live and light, …

Oliver Wendell Holmes
At Half past Three, a single Bird

At Half past Three, a single Bird
Unto a silent Sky
Propounded but a single term …

Emily Dickinson