Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Five: The Single Hound
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| I CAN’T tell you, but you feel it— | |
| Nor can you tell me, | |
| Saints with vanished slate and pencil | |
| Solve our April day. | |
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| Sweeter than a vanished Frolic | 5 |
| From a vanished Green! | |
| Swifter than the hoofs of Horseman | |
| Round a ledge of Dream! | |
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| Modest, let us walk among it. | |
| With our “faces veiled”, | 10 |
| As they say polite Archangels | |
| Do, in meeting God. | |
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| Not for me to prate about it, | |
| Not for you to say | |
| To some fashionable Lady— | 15 |
| “Charming April Day!” | |
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| Rather Heaven’s “Peter Parley” | |
| By which, Children—slow— | |
| To sublimer recitations | |
| Are prepared to go! | 20 |
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