It's like the Light —
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
It's like the Light —
A fashionless Delight —
It's like the Bee —
A dateless — Melody —
It's like the Woods —
Private — Like the Breeze —
Phraseless — yet it stirs
The proudest Trees —
It's like the Morning —
Best — when it's done —
And the Everlasting Clocks —
Chime — Noon!
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Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves— …
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There is a pain — so utter —
It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance — …
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A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil …
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There came a Wind like a Bugle —
It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat …
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