THE COMING OF NIGHT - How the old mountains drip with sunset
How the old mountains drip with sunset, / And the brake of dun!
He touched me, so I live to know
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He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, permitted so,
I groped upon his breast.
It was a boundless place to me,
And silenced, as the awful sea
Puts minor streams to rest.
And now, I'm different from before,
As if I breathed superior air,
Or brushed a royal gown;
My feet, too, that had wandered so,
My gypsy face transfigured now
To tenderer renown.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
THE props assist the house
THE props assist the house / Until the house is built,
MAY-FLOWER - Pink, small, and punctual
Pink, small, and punctual, / Aromatic, low,
On this long storm the rainbow rose
On this long storm the rainbow rose, / On this late morn the sun;