The Moon is distant from the Seaby Emily Dickinson The Moon is distant from the Sea -- And yet, with Amber Hands -- She leads Him -- docile as a Boy -- Along appointed Sands -- He never misses a Degree -- Obedient to Her Eye He comes just so far -- toward the Town -- Just...
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago -- And now she turns Her perfect Face Upon the World below -- Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde -- Her Cheek -- a Beryl hewn -- Her Eye unto the Summer Dew The likest I have known -- Her Lips of Amber never part -- Bu...
The Sun and Moon must make their haste — The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned — His Eye, it is the East and West — The North and South when He Do concentrate His Countenance Like Glow Worms, flee away — Oh Poor and Far — Oh Hindred ...
The Road was lit with Moon and star — The Trees were bright and still — Descried I — by the distant Light A Traveller on a Hill — To magic Perpendiculars Ascending, though Terrene — Unknown his shimmering ultimate — But he indorsed the sheen —...
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Poem –While I was fearing it it came 19. The moon was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Poem – The moon was but a chin of gold 20. Earth is crammed with Heaven. Poem – Earth is crammed with heaven ...
The weather, the seasons, the sun and moon, the sea, the plants and the animals are all her subjects in the poems. Birds are one of nature’s most common creatures. The little creatures in nature are Dickinson’s best friends in her lonely life. Naturally, she paid a lot of attention...
A tender—thoughtful Moon— Goes with us—just a little way— And—then—we are alone— Alone—if Angels are "alone"— First time they try the sky! Alone—if those "veiled faces"—be— We cannot count—on High! I'd give—to live that hour—again— ...
“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”— Emily Dickinson If tonight’s Harvest Moon along with Mercury Retrograde isn’t enough energy, here in SoCal, the outer bands of Hurricane Kay — now Tropical Storm Kay — woke me up with high winds and spotty rain, just anamuse-bouche...