""T was the nettle of sin, 't was medicine; In dreams of hate true loves begin." "Now, strange," quoth Sense; and "Strange," quoth Mind; "We saw it, and yet 't is hard to find, -But we saw it," quoth Sense and Mind. Of the piteous willow that wreathed above, 1878-79. 95 100 105 1884. EMILY DICKINSON (The selections from Miss Dickinson are here printed with the permission of Little, Brown & Co.] TO FIGHT ALOUD IS VERY BRAVE [Copyright, by Martha G. D. Bianchi) To fight aloud is very brave; But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom The cavalry of woe. Who win, and nations do not see; 5 Regards with patriot love. We trust in plumed procession Rank after rank, with even feet I DIED FOR BEAUTY [Copyright, by Martha G. D. Bianchi] I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb When one who died for truth was lain 1891. ΙΟ He questioned softly why I failed: "And I for truth-the two are one; And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms Until the moss had reached our lips And covered up our names. THE WAY I READ A LETTER 'S THIS [Copyright, by Martha G. D. Bianchi) The way I read a letter 's this: And push it with my fingers next, And then I go the furthest off Then draw my little letter forth, Then, glancing narrow at the wall For firm conviction of a mouse Not exorcised before, Peruse how infinite I am To-no one that you know! And sigh for lack of heaven-but not The heaven the creeds bestow. THE LOVERS [Copyright, by Martha G. D. Bianchil The rose did caper on her cheek, Her bodice rose and fell; Her pretty speech, like drunken men, 1892. He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all abroad They looked like frightened beads, I thought; He stirred his velvet head Like one in danger. Cautious, I offered him a crumb; And he unrolled his feathers, And rowed him softer home Than oars divide the ocean, Or butterflies off banks of noon ΤΟ 15 20 |