AMBITION cannot find him
AMBITION cannot find him, / Affection doesn't know
THE props assist the house
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THE props assist the house
Until the house is built,
And then the props withdraw–
And adequate, erect,
The house supports itself;
Ceasing to recollect
The auger and the carpenter.
Just such a retrospect
Hath the perfected life,
A past of plank and nail,
And slowness,–then the scaffolds drop–
Affirming it a soul.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
HOPE - Hope is the thing with feathers
Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul,
Poor little heart!
Poor little heart! / Did they forget thee?
INDIAN SUMMER - These are the days when birds come back
These are the days when birds come back, / A very few, a bird or two,