Dickinson Poems As Published
In The Youth's Companion
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Ready "They might not need me --" |
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A Nameless Rose "Nobody knows this little rose -" |
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Vanished "She died -- this was the way she died." |
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Autumn "The name - of it - is "Autumn" ~ |
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Saturday "From all the jails the boys and girls" |
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Heart's Ease "I'm the little 'Hearts' ease'!" |
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Nature's Way "Were nature mortal lady" |
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In September "September's" |
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My Little King "I met a king this afternoon!" |
| They might not need me-- | 1 |
| Yet they might-- | 2 |
| I'll just let my heart be | 3 |
| Just in sight-- | 4 |
| A smile so small | 5 |
| As mine, might be | 6 |
| Precisely their | 7 |
| Necessity. | 8 |
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| Nobody knows this little rose, | 1 |
| It might a pilgrim be, | 2 |
| Did I not take it from the ways, | 3 |
| And lift it up to thee. | 4 |
| Only a bee will miss it, | 5 |
| Only a butterfly, | 6 |
| Hastening from far journey | 7 |
| On its breast to lie; | 8 |
| Only a bird will wonder, | 9 |
| Only a breeze will sigh; | 10 |
| Ah! little rose, how easy | 11 |
| For such as thee to die! | 12 |
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| She died; this was the way she died, | 1 |
| And when her breath was done, | 2 |
| Took up her simple wardrobe | 3 |
| And started for the sun. | 4 |
| Her little figure at the gate | 5 |
| The angels must have spied, | 6 |
| Since I could never find her | 7 |
| Upon the mortal side. | 8 |
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| The name of it is autumn, | 1 |
| The hue of it is blood-- | 2 |
| An artery upon the hill, | 3 |
| A vein along the road. | 4 |
| Great globules in the alleys, | 5 |
| And Oh! the shower of stain | 6 |
| When winds upset the basin | 7 |
| And spill the scarlet rain! | 8 |
| It sprinkles bonnets far below, | 9 |
| It gathers ruddy pools, | 10 |
| Then eddies like a rose away, | 11 |
| And leaves me with the hills. | 12 |
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| From all the jails the boys and girls | 1 |
| Ecstatically leap,-- | 2 |
| Beloved, only afternoon | 3 |
| That prison doesn't keep. | 4 |
| They storm the earth and stun the air, | 5 |
| A mob of solid bliss; | 6 |
| Alas! that frowns could lie in wait | 7 |
| For such a foe as this! | 8 |
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| I'm the little heart's-ease! | 1 |
| I don't care for pouting skies! | 2 |
| If the butterfly delay | 3 |
| Can I, therefore, stay away? | 4 |
| If the coward bumble-bee | 5 |
| In his chimney-corner stay, | 6 |
| I must resolute be! | 7 |
| Who'll apologize for me? | 8 |
| Dear, old-fashioned little flower! | 9 |
| Eden is old-fashioned, too-- | 10 |
| Birds are antiquated fellows-- | 11 |
| Heaven does not change her blue,-- | 12 |
| Nor will I, the little heart's-ease | 13 |
| Ever be induced to do. | 14 |
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| Were nature mortal lady | 1 |
| Who had so little time | 2 |
| To pack her trunk and order | 3 |
| The great exchange of clime-- | 4 |
| How rapid, how momentous-- | 5 |
| What exigencies were-- | 6 |
| But nature will be ready | 7 |
| And have an hour to spare. | 8 |
| To make some trifle fairer | 9 |
| That was too fair before-- | 10 |
| Enchanting by remaining, | 11 |
| And by departure more. | 12 |
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| September's Baccalaureate | 1 |
| A combination is | 2 |
| Of crickets, crows and retrospects, | 3 |
| And a dissembling breeze | 4 |
| That hints without assuming, | 5 |
| An innuendo sere, | 6 |
| That makes the heart put up its fun, | 7 |
| And turn philosopher. | 8 |
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| I met a king this afternoon; | 1 |
| He had not on a crown indeed, | 2 |
| A little palm-leaf hat was all, | 3 |
| And he was barefoot, I’m afraid. | 4 |
| But sure I am he ermine wore | 5 |
| Beneath his faded jacket’s blue-- | 6 |
| And sure I am the crest he bore | 7 |
| Within that jacket’s pocket, too. | 8 |
| For ‘twas too stately for an Earl-- | 9 |
| A Marquis would not go so grand-- | 10 |
| ‘Twas possibly a Czar petite, | 11 |
| A Pope, or something of that kind. | 12 |
| If I must tell you, of a horse | 13 |
| My freckled monarch held the rein, | 14 |
| Doubtless an estimable beast, | 15 |
| But not at all disposed to run. | 16 |
| And such a wagon! While I live | 17 |
| Dare I presume to see | 18 |
| Another such a vehicle | 19 |
| As then transported me! | 20 |
| Two other ragged Princes | 21 |
| His royal state partook-- | 22 |
| Doubtless the first excursion | 23 |
| These sovereigns ever took. | 24 |
| I question if the royal coach | 25 |
| Round which the Footmen wait | 26 |
| Has the Significance, on high, | 27 |
| Of this barefoot estate! | 28 |
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