Emily Dickinson

UP with the sun, the breeze arose,

May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

And smooth she rustles far and wide
Through all the voiceful countryside.
Through all the land her tale she tells;
She spins, she tosses, she compels
The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails
And all the trees in all the dales.
God calls us, and the day prepares
With nimble, gay and gracious airs:
And from Penzance to Maidenhead
The roads last night He watered.
God calls us from inglorious ease,
Forth and to travel with the breeze
While, swift and singing, smooth and strong
She gallops by the fields along.

Emily Dickinson

882

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

As when on NoonA Cloud the mighty Sun enclosesRememberingThat some there be too numb to noticeOh GodWhy give if Thou must take awayThe Loved?

Emily Dickinson

854

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Divide Light if you dare—They’ll meetWhile Cubes in a DropOr Pellets of ShapeFitFilms cannot annulOdors return wholeForce FlameAnd with a Blonde pushOver your impotenceFlits Steam.

Emily Dickinson

300

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Dawn—to the Teneriffe—Dice—to the Maid—Morning means just Risk—to the Lover—Just revelation—to the Beloved—Epicures—date a Breakfast—by it—Brides—an Apocalypse—Worlds—a Flood—Faint-going Lives—Their Lapse from Sighing—Faith—The Experiment of Our Lord

Emily Dickinson

595

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

At Bases of the Trees—The far Theatricals of DayExhibiting—to These—‘Twas Universe—that did applaud—While Chiefest—of the Crowd—Enabled by his Royal Dress—Myself distinguished God—

Emily Dickinson

Down Time’s quaint stream

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

We are enforced to sailOur Port a secretOur Perchance a GaleWhat Skipper wouldIncur the RiskWhat Buccaneer would rideWithout a surety from the WindOr schedule of the Tide –

Emily Dickinson

843

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Was steady as the SunAnd every Night, it numbered moreThan the preceding OneAll Days, I did not earn the sameBut my perceiveless GainInferred the less by Growing thanThe Sum that it had grown.

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And smooth she rustles far and wide
Through all the voiceful countryside.
Through all the land her tale she tells;
She spins, she tosses, she compels
The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails
And all the trees in all the dales.
God calls us, and the day prepares
With nimble, gay and gracious airs:
And from Penzance to Maidenhead
The roads last night He watered.
God calls us from inglorious ease,
Forth and to travel with the breeze
While, swift and singing, smooth and strong
She gallops by the fields along.

Robert Louis Stevenson

THE cock’s clear voice into the clearer air

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Mounts with a thrill of hope,Falls with a sigh of home.A rural sentry, he from farm and fieldThe coming morn descries,And, mankind’s bugler, wakesThe camp of enterprise.He sings the morn upon the westward hillsStrange and remote and wild;He sings it in the landWhere once I was a child.He brings to me dear voices of the…

Robert Louis Stevenson

COME to me, all ye that labour; I will give your spirits rest;

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Come to me, ye heavy laden, sin defiled and care opprest,In your father’s quiet mansions, soon to prove a welcome guest.But an hour you bear your trial, sin and suffer, bleed and die;But an hour you toil and combat here in day’s inspiring eye.See the feet of your deliverer; lo, the hour of freedom nigh.

Robert Louis Stevenson

MY heart, when first the blackbird sings,

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Cool pleasure fills my bosom throughAnd spreads each nerve along.My bosom eddies quietly,My heart is stirred and coolAs when a wind-moved briar sweepsA stone into a poolBut unto thee, when thee I meet,My pulses thicken fast,As when the maddened lake grows blackAnd ruffles in the blast.

Robert Louis Stevenson

The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

And high overhead and all moving about,There were thousands of millions of stars.There ne’er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,Nor of people in church or the Park,As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,And that glittered and winked in the dark.The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,And…

Robert Louis Stevenson

FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Here I wander in AprilCold, grey-headed; and still to myHeart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;Spring, flower-planter in meadows,Child-conductor in willowyFields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:O child, happy are children!She still smiles on their innocence,She, dear mother in…

Robert Louis Stevenson

As Daniel, bird-alone, in that far land,

Byammarkhan May 10, 2020May 10, 2020

Turned thro’ the casement toward the westering skies;Or as untamed Elijah, that red brandAmong the starry prophets; or that bandAnd company of Faithful sanctitiesWho in all times, when persecutions rise,Cherish forgotten creeds with fostering hand:Such do ye seem to me, light-hearted crew,O turned to friendly arts with all your will,That keep a little chapel sacred…

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