Tho’ I get home how late—how late

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Emily Dickinson

1891

#1
I’m Nobody! Who Are You?
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I bring an unaccustomed wine
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The nearest Dream recedes—unrealized
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#4
We play at paste
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#5
I found the phrase to every thought
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#6
Hope is the thing with feathers
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#7
The White Heat
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#8
Who never lost, are unprepared (73)
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#9
I can wade Grief (252)
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#10
I never hear the word ‘escape’
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#11
For each ecstatic instant
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#12
Through the strait pass of suffering (792)
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#13
I meant to have but modest needs (476)
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#14
The thought beneath so slight a film
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#15
The Soul unto itself (683)
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#16
Surgeons must be very careful
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#17
The Railway Train
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#18
The show is not the show
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#19
Delight becomes pictorial
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#20
A thought went up my mind to-day
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#21
Is Heaven A Physician?
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#22
Tho’ I get home how late—how late
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A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart
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I should have been too glad, I see (313)
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#25
It tossed—and tossed (723)
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#26
Victory comes late (690)
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#27
God gave a Loaf to every Bird
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#28
Experiment To Me
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#29
My Country’s Wardrobe
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#30
“Faith” is a fine invention
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#31
Except the Heaven had come so near
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#32
Portraits are to daily faces
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#33
I took my Power in my Hand (540)
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#34
A shady friend for torrid days
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#35
Each life converges to some centre
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#36
Before I got my eye put out
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#37
Talk with prudence to a Beggar
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#38
The Preacher
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#39
Good night! which put the candle out?
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#40
When I Hoped I Feared
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#41
Deed
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#42
Time’s Lesson
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#43
Remorse
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The Body grows without (578)
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#45
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
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#46
Heart, not so heavy as mine
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#47
I many times thought Peace had come (739)
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#48
Unto my Books—so good to turn
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#49
This Merit hath the worst (979)
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#50
I had been hungry, all the Years
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#51
I gained it so (359)
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#52
To learn the Transport by the Pain
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#53
I Years Had Been From Home
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#54
Prayer is the little implement (437)
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#55
I know that He exists
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#56
Musicians wrestle everywhere
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#57
Just lost, when I was saved!
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#58
Of all the souls that stand create
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#59
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty (299)
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#60
I gave myself to Him (580)
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#61
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him
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#62
The Way I read a Letter’s—this (636)
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#63
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (249)
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#64
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
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#65
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
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#66
A Charm invests a face (421)
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#67
The Rose did caper on her cheek
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#68
In lands I never saw—they say
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#69
The Moon Is Distant From The Sea
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#70
He put the Belt around my life (273)
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#71
I held a Jewel in my fingers
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#72
What if I say I shall not wait!
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#73
Nature—the Gentlest Mother is
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#74
Will there really be a ”Morning”? (101)
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#75
At Half-Past Three A Single Bird
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#76
The day came slow, till five o’ clock
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#77
The Sun—just touched the Morning
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#78
The Robin is the One
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#79
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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#80
Before you thought of spring
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#81
An altered look about the hills
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#82
Whose are the little beds, I asked
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#83
Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
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#84
To hear an Oriole sing
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#85
The Oriole
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#86
In Shadow
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#87
A Route of Evanescence
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#88
The Skies can’t keep their secret! (191)
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#89
Who Robbed The Woods?
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#90
Two Butterflies went out at Noon— (533)
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#91
By The Sea
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#92
Arcturus is his other name (70)
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#93
An awful Tempest mashed the air
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#94
An everywhere of silver
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#95
A Bird came down the Walk (328)
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#96
A Narrow Fellow in the Grass
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#97
The Mushroom
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#98
There came a Wind like a Bugle
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#99
The Spider
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#100
I know a place where summer strives
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#101
The One who could repeat the Summer day
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#102
The wind tapped like a tired man
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#103
Nature rarer uses yellow
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#104
The Leaves like Women interchange (987)
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#105
How Happy Is The Little Stone
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#106
Storm
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#107
The Rat
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#108
Frequently the wood are pink (6)
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#109
The wind begun to rock the grass
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#110
South Winds jostle them
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#111
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
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#112
She sweeps with many-colored brooms
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#113
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
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#114
Bring me the sunset in a cup
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#115
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple (228)
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#116
My Cricket
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#117
As Imperceptibly as Grief
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#118
It can’t be ”Summer”! (221)
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#119
The Gentian weaves her fringes
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#120
God made a little Gentian (442)
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#121
Besides the Autumn poets sing (131)
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#122
The Blue Jay
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#123
Let Down The Bars, O Death!
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#124
Going to Heaven!
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#125
At least—to pray—is left—is left (502)
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#126
Epitaph
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#127
Morns like these—we parted
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#128
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
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#129
I read my sentence—steadily (412)
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I Have Not Told My Garden Yet
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#131
They dropped like flakes
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#132
The only ghost I ever saw
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#133
Some, too fragile for winter winds
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#134
As by the dead we love to sit
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#135
Death sets a Thing significant
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#136
I went to heaven
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#137
Their Height in Heaven comforts not (696)
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#138
There is a Shame of Nobleness (551)
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#139
Triumph—may be of several kinds (455)
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#140
Pompless No Life Can Pass Away
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#141
I Noticed People Disappeared
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I had no Cause to be awake (542)
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If anybody’s friend be dead (509)
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#144
Our journey had advanced
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#145
Ample make this Bed
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#146
On such a night, or such a night
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Essential Oils — are wrung
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I lived on dread; to those who know
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#149
If I should die
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Her final Summer was it
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#151
One need not be a chamber to be haunted
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#152
She died—this was the way she died
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#153
Wait till the Majesty of Death
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#154
Went Up A Year This Evening!
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#155
Requiem
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#156
What Inn is this
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#157
It was not Death, for I stood up (510)
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#158
I should not dare to leave my friend
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#159
Void
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#160
A throe upon the features (71)
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#161
Of Tribulation, these are They
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I think just how my shape will rise
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After a hundred years
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Lay This Laurel On The One
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Tho' I get home how late—how late
So I get home - 'twill compensate
Better will be the Ecstasy
That they have done expecting me
When Night—descending—dumb—and dark
They hear my unexpected knock
Transporting must the moment be
Brewed from decades of Agony!

To think just how the fire will burn
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn
To wonder what myself will say
And what itself, will say to me
Beguiles the Centuries of way!

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